Hail the Carpenter

He was sitting on the front porch made of cedar

Cigar in his hand

Mulling over decades like monuments scattered 'cross the land

And the smoke just sat around him

Like a child that couldn't get enough

Clinging to his Carhartt, and begging that he'd take another puff

He said, "I built the end of 80

And paved the way from here to Golden Gate

And I built that chair you sit in

And houses all across the Garden State."

So hail the work, and hail the douglas fir

And hail the carpenter

Well, he hasn't worn a necktie since retiring back in 1984

Living on his savings, his social, and his pension from the corps

Now he spends his summers lounging in a trailer

Somewhere high up in the hills

Dealing games of hold 'em, solitaire, and reminiscing thrills

He said, "I built the end of 80

And I built that chair you sit in

And houses all across the Garden State."

So hail the work, and hail the douglas fir

And hail the carpenter

"Every structure of this world was built by hands like mine

Everything that's kept you safe from the dawn of time

Was me."

So hail the work, and hail the douglas fir

And hail the carpenter