sam was a carpenter 50 years
he pounded out blood, sweat and tears
one day he hung his hammer up
he wanted to do the things he loved
what once was sunday fishin´ now was 7 days a week
he told his wife "to find me, i´ll be down at the creek"

i don´t want to drive another nail
i´ve worked hard to do my job and i did it well
i´ve got the scars on these two hands to show i haven´t failed
but i dont´ want to drive another nail

now she was a woman full of faith and old sam was full of pride
and she knew he had one more job to do before he died

easter sunday rolled around
in a country church for the lost and found
oh, 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
you could hear old sam a cryin´ as he fell down on his knees

i don´t wanna drive another nail
i want to live my life for you
i want to do it well
you´ve got the scars on your two hands
that show where i have failed
lord, i don´t want to drive another nail