Letra de The angel song

I build houses and barns and a birdhouse or two
Studied my blue prints and plans
I like wood that don´t argue, nails that drive straight
Tools that don´t skin up my hands

I have followed my call from texas to maine
Bangin´ out churches and chairs
Struttin´ the snow and the sun and the rain
Bangin´ out rafters and stairs

And i´m slow, but i´m steady
I prize the work more than the pay
I´m rough and i´m ready
Livin´ the carpenter´s way
Livin´ the carpenter´s way

Tomorrow you´ll find me up on some roof
Watchin´ the sun play the hill
Rye in my coffee, love in my heart
Doin´ what carpenter´s will

I´m slow, but i´m steady
I prize the work more than the pay
I´m rough and i´m ready
Living the carpenter´s way
Living the carpenter´s way
Living the carpenter´s way