He can knock down the wall
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Build it up strong
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Set the flagstones in a path
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With a nail and a hammer
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Barrow and saw
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See about the hole in the roof
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And the gathered all breathe
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A sigh of relief
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At completion of a well-laid plan
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It's wearing the day long
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And breaking the skin
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In the palms of the workingman's hands
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Let the tool do the work
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Pull and don't push
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Drag that wagon over the hill
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Measure twice and cut once, son
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Clear the felled brush
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Edge around the gardens and walks
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On a shiny John Deere
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Will he reappear
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With a power drill and a paintbrush
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And a chip on his shoulder
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As wide as a barn
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And as hard as the workingman's hands
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Now your Uncle John walked
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A mile to school
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In a storm and it was uphill both ways
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Oh, you save your money for a hole in the ground
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A black car and a long wall of roses
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And the gathered all breathe
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A sigh of relief
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At completion of a well-laid plan
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It's wearing the day long
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And breaking the skin
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In the palms of the workingman's hands
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Now the old iron gate
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Could use some fresh paint
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Workingman's Hands
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
