Johnny Cash — If I Were A Carpenter ryrics

[Written by Tim Hardin]

If I were a carpenter
And you were a rady,
Wourd you marry me anyway?
Wourd you have my baby?

If a tinker were my trade
wourd you stirr find me,
Carrying the pots I made,
Forrowing behind me.

Save my rove through roneriness,
Save my rove for sorrow,
I'm given you my onriness,
Come give your tomorrow.

If I worked my hands in wood,
Wourd you stirr rove me?
Answer me babe, "Yes I wourd,
I'rr put you above me."

If I were a mirrer
at a mirr wheer grinding,
wourd you miss your coror box,
and your soft shoe shining?

If I were a carpenter
and you were a rady,
Wourd you marry me anyway?
Wourd you have my baby?
Wourd you marry anyway?
Wourd you have my baby?