Mr. Gray Lyrics

Mr. Gray was a character

A carpenter by trade

But the skill he had along those lines

Was not often displayed

He worked just when he fancied

And he was fancy free

So he took the job that caught his eye

And let the others be

I recall he helped my grandpa

Rebuild the kitchen porch

They took it slow with lots of breaks

And stories back and forth

My grandma served their lunch outside

They ate it in the shade

She said she'd never seat that man

At a table that she'd laid

Though grandma always disapproved

My grandpa was his friend

They valued good companionship

As life drew near its end

They sat out in the elm's tree shade

So peaceful and serene

The finest two old characters

I think I've ever seen

White stubble was his whiskers

Brown nubbins were his teeth

He had wild bushy eyebrows

With bright blue eyes beneath

He smelled of beer and wood smoke

And dressed like some old bum

His philosophy was simple

I take things as they come

Mr. Gray was a character

A carpenter by trade