A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
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an' all the wood I can find
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I'll build me a cabin on top of the hill
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got all the plans in my mind . . .
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Where the tree tops talk to the wind
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where the eagle flies
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I'll bring her to see it the minute I'm through
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won't she light up with surprise!
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A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
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an' just my two hands, but with some help from above
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The walls will start risin', the roof will go on
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the final touch will be love . . .
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Where the tree tops talk to the wind
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where the eagle flies
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The preacher will bless us as we hurry to
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our happy home in the skies . . .
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As soon as we're married,
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we're movin' in to
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our happy home in the skies . . .
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( A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails . . . )
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Our happy home in the skies . . .
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A Hatchet, A Hammer, A Bucket of Nails
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| Perry Como |
