The Carpenter Lyrics

It's a good talent, work with your hands and food on the table
Sight to blind and water to wine in barrio fables
Oh holy night up in Boyle Heights, then the workday begins
We awake to the colonial din of gringos driving in

My only son you're truly a wonder, maybe a harbinger
Day labor harlot, home depot car lot, 8 dollar carpenter
Oh holy night up in Boyle Heights, then the workday begins
We awake to the colonial din of gringos driving in

Jesus I cannot explain
Why you and Dad don't look the same

Time will come, lawns will brown when the aqueduct fails
Time will come, they'll need you for more than hammering nails
Time will come, lawns will brown when the aqueduct fails
Jesus they'll need you for more than hammering nails