Tools

    A                                  B
You sent me to the shed with a haul of tools
       A                                  D
Well I remember how you said that I could take what I could use
        A            B
I got a hammer and a ratchet set
          D
A hundred tools I ain't used yet
             F#m             E               D
Well they're rusty, but they work as good as new
A    B  D   Dm E
Tools, tools

         A                        D
Well I remember you as quiet as a picture
          A                          D
Like that picture of the Navy sailor grinning for the girls
        A           B
You had visited the barber
         D
You were stationed at Pearl Harbor
  F#m             E              D
A year before the War became the world's

    E                   C#                 F#m
And you say, "Boy, sometimes you've got to get up on that ship
E                    D
Leave all you love behind."
      E                 C#
Well, Grampa, I've been everywhere
    F#m          A/F#
But Fargo, North Dakota
D                         E
It ain't war, but it's a fight
A    F#m   D E
Tools, tools

        A                            D
Well, I never knew you ever drew one picture
       A
But if you want proof that I've got you
     D
Here running through my veins
        A                 B
I could show you call the sketchbooks
        D
That I filled when I was young
    F#m         E                D
And sixty years ago you did the same

    E                   C#
And you say, "Boy, just let 'em laugh
     F#m
When all they see is lines--
E                                D
Paint yourself a picture of your life
E              C#
I believe that Swedish folks were
F#m
Born with better eyes."
D                          E
Grampa, I have always loved the sky
               A    B
I think you're right
            D     E
You gave me tools

              D                              A
You sent that telegraph to tell her that you missed her
        D                        E               F#m
When my daddy was a baby, oh you gave him to the Lord
         E               C#       F#m     A      D
And the faith you handed down has somehow stuck around
    D
And love has called you home again
    Dm            E
To roam again no more

    A                                  B
You sent me to the shed with a haul of tools
          A                               D
Well I remember how you said that I could take what I could use
A                  B          D
Faith and Love and Hope are what I carried home
        F#m             E              D
They're rusty but they work as good as new
A    B  D    Dm E A
Tools, tools

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