Sam was a carpenter fifty yearsHe pounded out blood, sweat and tearsOne day he hung his hammer upHe wanted to do the things he lovedWhat once was Sunday fishin' Now was seven days a weekHe told his wife to find me, I'll be down at the creek. 'Cause I don't want to drive another nailI've worked hard to do my job and I did it wellI've got the scars on these two hands To show I haven't failedBut I dont' want to drive another nail. Now she was a woman full of faith And old Sam was full of prideAnd she knew that he had one more job To do before he died. Easter Sunday rolled aroundIn a country church for the lost and foundOh, Sam was there against his willAs the preacher spoke on Calvary's hillOf how they took the master And they nailed him to a tree You could hear old Sam a cryin' As he fell down on his knees. I don't wanna drive another nailI want to live my life for youI want to do it wellYou've got the scars on your two handsThat show where I have failedLord, I don't want to drive another nail. I don't wanna drive another nailI want to live my life for youI want to do it wellYou've got the scars on your two handsThat show where I have failedLord, I don't want to drive another nail...
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