Andrew Peterson - Tools lyrics
[Andrew Peterson - Tools lyrics]
You sent me to the shed with all the tools
Well I remember how you said that I
Could take what I could use
I got a hammer and a ratchet set
A hundred tools I ain't used yet
Well, they're rusty
But they work as good as new
Tools tools
Well, I remember you as quiet as a picture
Like that picture of the Navy
Sailor grinning for the girls
You had visited the barber
You were stationed at Pearl Harbor
A year before the War became the world's
And you say, "Boy
Sometimes you've got to get up on that ship
Leave all you love behind"
Well, Grandpa, I've been
Everywhere but Fargo, north Dakota
It ain't war, but it's a fight
Tools tools
Well, I never knew you ever drew one picture
But, if you want proof that I've got
You here running through my veins
I could show you call the sketchbooks that
I filled when I was young
And sixty years ago, you did the same
And you say, "Boy, just let 'em laugh
When all they see is lines
And paint yourself a picture of your life
I believe that Swedish folks were
Born with better eyes"
Grampa, I have always loved the sky
I think you're right
You gave me tools
You sent that telegraph to tell
Her that you missed her
When my daddy was a baby, oh
You gave him to the Lord
And the faith you handed down
Has somehow stuck around
And love has called you home again
To roam again no more
You sent me to the shed with all the tools
Well, I remember how you said that I
Could take what I could use
Faith and Love and Hope are
What I carried home
They're rusty but they work as good as new
Tools tools
Well I remember how you said that I
Could take what I could use
I got a hammer and a ratchet set
A hundred tools I ain't used yet
Well, they're rusty
But they work as good as new
Tools tools
Well, I remember you as quiet as a picture
Like that picture of the Navy
Sailor grinning for the girls
You had visited the barber
You were stationed at Pearl Harbor
A year before the War became the world's
And you say, "Boy
Sometimes you've got to get up on that ship
Leave all you love behind"
Well, Grandpa, I've been
Everywhere but Fargo, north Dakota
It ain't war, but it's a fight
Tools tools
Well, I never knew you ever drew one picture
But, if you want proof that I've got
You here running through my veins
I could show you call the sketchbooks that
I filled when I was young
And sixty years ago, you did the same
And you say, "Boy, just let 'em laugh
When all they see is lines
And paint yourself a picture of your life
I believe that Swedish folks were
Born with better eyes"
Grampa, I have always loved the sky
I think you're right
You gave me tools
You sent that telegraph to tell
Her that you missed her
When my daddy was a baby, oh
You gave him to the Lord
And the faith you handed down
Has somehow stuck around
And love has called you home again
To roam again no more
You sent me to the shed with all the tools
Well, I remember how you said that I
Could take what I could use
Faith and Love and Hope are
What I carried home
They're rusty but they work as good as new
Tools tools