I was driving to the Panhandle on 331
Saw an old black man hiding from the sun
Selling wooden crosses with Jesus on the front
Said he was mighty proud of the work he'd done
I said, How do you build such a work of art?
These old hands, a hammer, and a heart

He said, Son sit here beside me if you got a little time
Tell you a little story straight from my mind
I started building crosses many years ago
You know folks would stop and buy them as they come and go
I said, How do you build such a work of art?
These old hands, a hammer, and a heart

People always ask me why I build the cross
Son I like to tell them, Once I was lost
I said, How do you I build this work of art?
These old hands, a hammer, and a heart

As I was leaving, he walked me to the road
He said, Son come back and see me as you come and go
I could see him in my mirror, waving me goodbye
With all his wooden crosses, Jesus by his side
How do you build these such a work of art?
These old hands, a hammer, and a heart
These old hands, a hammer, and a heart