|D |Bm |F#m | The strings are plucked as to the rhythm in the song for the introduction. Verse 1 D Bm F#m My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails D Bm F#m He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails D Bm F#m He doesn't make tables, dressers or chairs D Bm F#m He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care D Bm F#m My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor D Bm F#m Kings and queens have all knocked on his door D Bm F#m Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves D Bm F#m They all come to him 'cause he's so eager to please Chorus D Bm F#m My boy builds coffins he makes them all day D Bm F#m But it's not just for work and it isn't for play D Bm He's made one for himself F#m One for me too D Bm F#m One of these days he'll make one D Bm F#m For you------- D Bm F#m For you------- D Bm F#m For you------- D Bm F#m For you------- Verse 2 D Bm F#m My boy builds coffins for better or worse D Bm F#m Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse D Bm F#m He fits them together in sunshine or rain D Bm F#m Each one is unique, no two are the same D Bm F#m My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame D Bm F#m That when each one's been made, he can't see it again D Bm F#m He crafts every one with love and with care D Bm F#m Then it's thrown in the ground and it just isn't fair Chorus D Bm F#m My boy builds coffins he makes them all day D Bm F#m But it's not just for work and it isn't for play D Bm He's made one for himself F#m One for me too D Bm F#m One of these days he'll make one for you
