Whose Rough Hands

Whose rough hands are these that work so wrong
Whose unkindly voices wrote their song
If Jesus really was a carpenter
I know just what he'd do
Bad back and all, he'd take the fall
And can the whole dammed crew

Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound down
Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys, pound down and pound 'em down

Got no hammer, a brick'll do
Got no brick, use a stick
Any old shoe will do the trick
Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
And pound 'em down

Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
And pound 'em down

Got no hammer, a brick'll do
Got no brick, use a stick
Any old shoe will do the trick
Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
And pound 'em down

Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
And pound 'em down

Hey, what'cha makin' there?
It ain't a table, ain't a chair
It ain't a bridge, ain't a boat
It wouldn't stand and it wouldn't float
It wouldn't float, wouldn't float, wouldn't float

Got no hammer, a brick'll do
Got no brick, use a stick
Any old shoe will do the trick
Plenty of nails to go around
Bend 'em over boys and pound 'em down
And pound 'em down