Sanoja: Bob Seger. Smokin' O.P.'s. If I Were a Carpenter.

If I were a carpenter and you were a lady
Would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?

If I worked my hands in wood
I wonder would you still love me?
I say yes, I would, I'll put you above me
That's what I want you to say

And would you save my love from loneliness
Would you save my love from sorrow, if you would
I give you my onlyness, girl and all of my tomorrows

If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me?
Carrying the pots and the pans that I made
Walking along the highway
That long lonely highway

If I was a carpenter, and you were a lady
And I was just a carpenter
Instead of a rock and roll star
Just a carpenter, a carpenter, a carpenter