D           D7               G                        A7
Jesus was a carpenter and he worked with a saw and a hammer
        D                  D7         G                A7
And his hands could form a table true enough to stand forever
       D                    G               D               A7
And he might have spun his life out in the coolness of the mornings
       D              G            D                  G
But he put aside his tools and he walked the burning highways
    D                                    A7
To build a house from folks like you and me

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       D                   D7                   G              A7
And he found them as they wandered through the wild Judean mountains
       D                   D7                G               A7
And he found them as they pulled their nets upon the Sea of Galilee
     D             G                  D               A7
And for a thousand evenings while the day behind him emptied
    D               G             D                   G
He walked among the poor and he stopped to touch the dying
        D                                      A7
And he built his house from people just like these

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       D            D7              G              A7
It was on a shining Sunday when he rode to old Jerusalem
        D                 D7                  G                  A7
And the palms they cast before him were the crimes they laid against him
       D              G              D                      A7
It was on a stormin’ Friday when he climbed the streets of Calvary
     D               G                D                  G
And where he died today why they're sellin' beads and postcards
     D                                   A7
And they tell us too that that was long ago

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    D               D7             G            A7
But would he stand today upon the sands of California
   D                   D7             G            A7
Or walk the sweating blacktop in New York and Mississippi
           D               G       D                 A7
Where the mighty churches rise above the screaming cities
         D              G        D            G
Would he be a guest on Sunday a vagrant on a Monday
          D                                       A7
With the doors locked tight against his kind you know

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     D          D7          G          A7
Come again now Jesus be a carpenter among us
           D                 D7        G                A7
There are chapels in our discontent cathedrals in our sorrows
        D                 G               D                 A7
And we dwell in golden mansions with the sand for our foundations
         D              G               D               G
And the raging water's rising and the thunder's all around us
           D                               A7
Won't you come and build a house on rock again

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D           D7               G                        A7
Jesus was a carpenter and he worked with a saw and a hammer
        D                  D7         G                A7
And his hands could form a table true enough to stand forever
       D                    G               D               A7
And he might have spun his life out in the coolness of the mornings
       D              G            D                  G
But he put aside his tools and he walked the burning highways
    D                                    A7
To build a house from folks like you and me