Charlie Worsham - Tools of the Trade lyrics

Strings that bend, ears that ring
A microphone, a song to sing
A rowdy crowd gettin' loud and lit-up stages
All night to play, tools of the trade

Words that rhyme and an old train beat
A heart that runs on melodies
I get a brand new song every time it breaks
I put it on a page, tools of the trade

Steel and wood, put 'em in my hands
Give me four on the floor
And a five piece band pourin' down my soul
Travelin' down the same road my heroes paved

It's a lot of miles, on a little sleep
But it's worth it all when
Y'all stomp your feet
I wouldn't trade the world for
The choice I've made
Or the dues I've paid, tools of the trade

Come on!

Steel and wood, put 'em in my hands
Give me four on the floor
And a five piece band pourin' down my soul
Travelin' down the same road my heroes paved

Ain't nothing else I'd rather do
Than stand right here, play for you
Night after night, day after day
I'm glad the good Lord made
Tools of the trade

Ladies and gentlemen