Well I got my saw and a hammer
Put on my workin´ jeans
Went on down the saw mill
And I bought some planks and beams
It might take a month of Sundays
A good about of spit and nails
But a little hard work ain’t something that gets me scared
I drew it on a match book
I think I worked the plan out fair
And from right here where I’m standin´
She’s lookin´ pretty plumb and square
Well my daddy he once told me
There ain’t no such thing as free
You get more from somethin´ the more that you put in
With parts and labor that's and a workin´ mans advice
I put my nose down to the grindstone
And rolled my sleeves up high
Put down a good foundation
And day after day went by
The road sure was a rough one
A rocky hill to climb
But hard work is what it takes to get a job done right
She sits up on the mountain
That house I call my home
Built with these two hands
A little sweat and blood and bone
Now I sure won’t owe the tax man
And the bankers they all frown
Cause I built her cash on the barrel head
No loan no money down
Now I’m due a long vacation
But I won’t be go’n nowhere
I’ll be sitin´ on my front porch a rockin´ in my chair
The cheese you find in mouse traps
Is the only lunch that’s free
Well I bet y bottom dollar
I guess my daddy would agree