Sam was a carpenter fifty years He pounded our blood, sweet and tears. One day He hung His hammer up He wanted to do the things He loved.
What once was Sunday fishing now was seven says a week, He told His wife to "Find me I'll be down at the creek"
'Cause i don't wanna drive another nail, I've worked hard to do my job and I did it well. I've got the scars on thise two hands that show I haven't failed. But I don't wanna drive another nail
Now she was a women full of Faith and old Sam was full of pride and she knew that he had one more job to do beofre He died.
Easter Sunday rolled around as a country chruch for the lost and found. Old Sam was there against His will as the preacher spoke on Calvary's Hill.
Of how they took the Master and they nailed Him to a tree and you could see old Sam a cryin as He fell down on His knees
I don't wanna drive another nail, I wanna live my life for You, I wanna do it will. You've got the scars on Your two hands that show where I have failed. Lord, I don't wanna drive another nail