I Bought that ranch, sight unseen, I got a deal

Basement knee-deep in sewage, that’s when it got real

Electric panel drowning, I’m standing there in shock

Drove next door to my neighbor, said “Who you got?”

He looked at me and grinned, said “I PREFER

You use Dan - he’s an old timer, that’s for sure

Sixty-four and still working, tougher than they come”

I called that number, didn’t know what I’d begun

Dan showed up that morning in his worn-out truck

Looked at me, looked at the mess, said “Son, you’re outta luck”

Got me out of that shit, treated me fair and square

Charged me honest money, fixed it with time to spare

Next Saturday morning, didn’t even call

Just showed up at my door, said “That beam in the barn might fall

Can’t just sit there writing, come on, let’s get er done”

I grabbed my tools, he shook his head - “Oh son…”

Twenty-two years of Saturday mornings

Shaking his head at how I hold a drill

Takes the tools right out of my hands

Says “It’s hard to watch, let me at it”

Twenty-two years of doing it right

Then a beer when the work is through

He never says what it means to show up

But I know, and he knows I know it too

I’m a Wall Street guy turned philosopher fool

He a businessman who knows to use a tool

Electrician farmer’s heart and lover of the way

I write ‘bout wisdom, he lives it every day

Shows more in silence than my books could say

My city friends, they wouldn’t understand

This kind of friendship, built with working hands

Some discuss wisdom over coffee cup

Dan illustrates the sages by showing up

Twenty-two years of Saturday mornings

Shaking his head at how I hold a drill

Takes the tools right out of my hands

Says “It’s hard to watch, let me at it”

Twenty-two years of doing it right

Then a beer when the work is through

He never says what it means to show up

But I know, and he knows I know it too

Last time they stopped to visit

Had to say goodbye too soon

Watched them walk away at the dock

If I weren’t a guy, I would admit

Felt a teer somewhere in my heart

He buried both his sons, carries that alone

In a cold community, but he’s never shown

What it costs to keep on showing up

To keep on being the man that people trust

They say men of that generation

Don’t know how to say what they feel

But Dan teach them better…

You don’t say it, you just show up

With your tools and your truck

For twenty-two years

And counting