When
I opened up that beat up old toolbox
Looking for a 9 16th wrench
I found a note with my name written on it
Covered with greasy fingerprints
It said this hammer built the house you grew up in
And that ruler carefully measured every board
And that crescent wrench got my old truck started
That snowy winter night when you were born
I got this hand saw from your mother our first Christmas
And it helped build her that red oak rocking chair
And every time I saw her rocking you in it
I felt richer than a Wall Street millionaire
Son,
take good care of your tools And they'll take good care of you
With sweat and blood and common sense There's no job too hard or big
Take the right tools and some help from
God above Ain't no problem in this world
you can't fix
That socket set's gonna send you to college
And keep that tractor running just a few more
years That barn old knife belonged to your grandpa
And I can't use it without fighting back tears
Those channel locks will slip if you're not careful
They ain't the best but just the best I can afford
And this life comes with a good set of directions
If you're wondering what that Bible's in there
for
Son,
take good care of your tools And they'll take good care of you
With sweat and blood and common sense
There's no job too hard or big
Take the right tools and some help from God above
Ain't no problem in this world you can't fix
And if you're looking for a 9-16th's boxing wrench
Finding it shouldn't be too hard
It's right where I told you not to leave it
Where the wheel fell off your bike in the
backyard Son,
take good care of your tools And they'll
take good care of you
With sweat and blood and common sense
There's no job too hard or big
With the right tools and some help from God above
Ain't no problem in this world you can't fix