^DJesus was a ^D7carpenter and he ^Gworked with a saw and a h^A7ammer And his ^Dhands could form a ^D7table true ^Genough to stand f^A7orever And he ^Dmight have spun his l^Gife out in the c^Doolness of the m^A7ornings But he ^Dput aside his t^Gools and he w^Dalked the burning h^Gighways To b^Duild a house from folks like you and ^A7me

And he ^Dfound them as they w^D7andered through the w^Gild Judean moun^A7tains And he ^Dfound them as they p^D7ulled their nets u^Gpon the Sea of G^A7alilee And f^Dor a thousand ^Gevenings while the ^Dday behind him e^A7mptied He w^Dalked among the ^Gpoor and he st^Dopped to touch the d^Gying And he b^Duilt his house from people just like th^A7ese

It was ^Don a shining ^D7Sunday when he r^Gode to old Jeru^A7salem And the ^Dpalms they cast be^D7fore him were the cr^Gimes they laid agai^A7nst him It was ^Don a stormin’ F^Griday when he c^Dlimbed the streets of C^A7alvary And w^Dhere he died tod^Gay why they're se^Dllin' beads and pos^Gtcards And t^Dhey tell us too that that was long a^A7go

But ^Dwould he stand t^D7oday upon the s^Gands of Calif^A7ornia Or ^Dwalk the sweating bl^D7acktop in New Y^Gork and Missi^A7ssippi Where the m^Dighty churches r^Gise abov^De the screaming ci^A7ties Would he ^Dbe a guest on S^Gunday a v^Dagrant on a M^Gonday With the d^Doors locked tight against his kind you k^A7now

Come ^Dagain now J^D7esus be a ca^Grpenter amo^A7ng us There are c^Dhapels in our disc^D7ontent cat^Ghedrals in our so^A7rrows And we d^Dwell in golden man^Gsions with the s^Dand for our founda^A7tions And the r^Daging water's r^Gising and the th^Dunder's all arou^Gnd us Won't you c^Dome and build a house on rock ag^A7ain

^DJesus was a ^D7carpenter and he ^Gworked with a saw and a h^A7ammer And his ^Dhands could form a ^D7table true ^Genough to stand f^A7orever And he ^Dmight have spun his l^Gife out in the c^Doolness of the m^A7ornings But he ^Dput aside his t^Gools and he w^Dalked the burning h^Gighways To b^Duild a house from folks like you and ^A7me