The stonecutter walked down Paradise Avenue
And there weren't no doubt the old man had a few
He was known by all as the drunk of the town
For cutting his head when the drink laid him down
How sweet it is we've a journeyman's chance
Of a turn in this world but only one dance
To each of us is given
Oh mama will we see the stonecutter in heaven
Mr. Wilson worked for the gas and electric
If you had a meter Mr. Wilson checked it
But he drank up his wages at the Paradise Bar
Where my father says the stonecutters are
I'd sit with my friends at the Paradise Bar
The old men shooting pool chewed on their cigars
Mr. Wilson was good for a laugh or two
Now some of my friends are stonecutters too