The Carpenter's Patch (Hank)

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The Carpenter's Patch (Hank) lyrics by Hank & ChatGPT image by Meta AI music by Suno AI The Carpenter's Patch The sun is climbing over the neighbor’s fence Another Saturday morning, no defense I’m reaching for the denim on the bedroom floor The ones that don’t go to the office no more I slide 'em on, but the rhythm goes wrong A perfunctory snag where the fabric was strong My big toe’s caught in the right-knee door Of the lawn-mowing jeans I’ve worn a decade or more. And I wonder where the patches went That colorful life, and the time we spent Stitching up the stories in a denim seam Before the world woke up from a dark, mysterious dream Now it’s just the geezers and the carpenters like me Wearing the holes where the fashion used to be. It used to be a statement, a badge on the hip A jagged piece of flannel for a lucky-break rip But that message faded out in '71 With a Harvest moon and the setting sun Neil was singing "Heart of Gold" in the gloom While we were sewing flowers just to make 'em bloom Now the statement’s gone, or it’s died away And the denim’s just a tool for the work of the day. Maybe I’ll find a piece of an old work shirt To keep out the grass and the driveway dirt A little bit of corduroy, a little bit of blue To cover up the places where the world peeked through Because a hole is just a memory that hasn't been fixed Between the "used-to-be’s" and the "still-in-the-mix." I’ll head out to the shed with a pencil on my ear The kind of precision that the neighbors fear Got my "I’m gonna fix it" look on my face Mowing lines in the yard at a steady pace If the knee rips wider, well, let it go There’s a comfort in the things that only geezers know Like how a carpenter’s jeans are a map of the miles In a world full of spandex and store-bought smiles. Yeah, it’s just us geezers now... And the carpenters... Snagging our toes on the way to the yard... In 1971...