| Bb | Gm | |
| He took a | hundred pounds of | clay, |
| Cm7 | F7 | |
| And then He | said "Hey, | listen". |
| Bb | Gm | |
| "I'm gonna | fix this-a world | today,' |
| Cm7 | F7 | |
| "Because I | know what's | missin'.' |
| Eb | F7 | |
| Then He | rolled his big sleeves | up, |
| Eb | F7 | |
| And a | brand-new world | began, |
| Bb | Gm | Cm9 | F7 | Bb | |
| He | created a | woman and a | lot of | lovin' for a | man, |
| Eb | Bb | |
| Whoa-oh-oh, | yes he | did.. |
| Bb | Gm | |
| With just a | hundred pounds of | clay, |
| Cm7 | F7 | |
| He made my | life worth | livin', |
| Bb | Gm | |
| And I will | thank Him every | day, |
| Cm7 | F7 | |
| For every | kiss you're | givin', |
| Eb | F7 | |
| And I'll | thank Him every | night, |
| Eb | F7 | |
| For the | arms that hold me | tight, |
| Bb | Gm | Cm9 | F7 | Bb | |
| And He | did it | all with | just a | hundred pounds of | clay, |
| Eb | Bb | |
| Yes he | did, whoa-oh, yes He | did. |
| CHORUS: |
| Bb | Bdim | |
| Now can'tcha just | see Him a-walkin' ' | round and 'round, |
| Cm7 | F7 | |
| Pickin' the clay up | off the ground? |
| Bb | Bdim | |
| Knowin' just what | He should do, |
| Cm7 | F7 | |
| To | make a livin' | dream like you.. |
| Eb | F7 | |
| He rolled His big sleeves | up, |
| Eb | F7 | |
| And a | brand new world | began, |
| Bb | Gm | Cm9 | F7 | Bb | |
| He | created a | woman and a | lot of | lovin' for a | man. |
| Eb | Bb | |
| Whoa-oh-oh, yes he | did. |
| A sixties smash from Kraziekhat. |