Denim Indigo

[Verse 1] Oh, denim tells a story, penned with indigo dye A tale of everyday working life , no word of a lie. A stitch becomes a chapter, a fray becomes a sigh, Denim holds the echoes, of the years that drift on by. (drift on by Drift on by) [chorus] Echoes in indigo, they hum and they fade, Worn by the pass of time; a tapestry made. Oh, history written in every thread, Faded and patched, a full life truly red. [Verse 2] Oh, denim tells a story, penned with indigo dye Blue jeans for rebellion, James Dean so fly A stitch becomes a chapter, Brando on High Denim holds the echoes, of the years that drift on by. (drift on by Drift on by) [chorus] Echoes in indigo, they hum and they fade, Worn by the pass of time; a tapestry made. Oh, history written in every thread, Faded and patched, a full life truly red. [Verse 3] Oh, denim tells a story, penned with indigo dye. Worn by all; an indigo democracy, walk on by. Styles myriad it blows you mind. who knows why? Denim holds the echoes, of the years that drift on by. (drift on by Drift on by) [chorus] Echoes in indigo, they hum and they fade, Worn by the passage of time; a tapestry made. Oh, history written in every thread, Faded and patched, a full life truly red. [Bridge] Once for the fields, the grit and the grind, Now it holds the art, the marks a sign. A denim canvas for modern times. A painter’s brush, a poet’s line, Woven with rhythm, syncopated, divine. (The grit and the grind. Indigo dye, Walk on by, James Dean so fly. Drift on by, Bye, bye.