Old Piece Of Tin

An old piece of tin

With rust and nail holes

Holds up a house

As a storm wind blows

An old piece of tin

With dog ears on each end

Straighten them out

Because you're needed again

An old piece of tin

Whose work is never done

Battered by the rain

Weathered by the sun

Just an old piece of tin

On rafters old and rough

Leaks away the tears

But holds the puddles of love…

He' just an old piece of tin

With rust and nail holes

And he holds up a house

As a storm wind blows

He's just an old piece of tin

With dog ears on each end

Straighten them out

Because you're needed again

An old piece of tin

Whose work is never done

Battered by the rain

Weathered by the sun

He's an old piece of tin

On rafters old and rough

Leaks away the tears

But holds the puddles of love…

And though years may finally break you

And your walls start falling in

It's funny how I feel about

That old piece of tin