Charlie Worsham - Tools Of The Trade Lyrics
Strings that bend, ears that ringA microphone, a song to singA rowdy crowd gettin' loud and lit-up stagesAll night to play, tools of the tradeWords that rhyme and an old train beatA heart that runs on melodiesI get a brand new song every time it breaksI put it on a page, tools of the tradeSteel and wood, put 'em in my handsGive me four on the floor and a five piece bandPourin' down my soul, travelin' down the same roadMy heroes pavedIt's a lot of miles, on a little sleepBut it's worth it all when y'all stomp your feetI wouldn't trade the world for the choice I've madeOr the dues I've paid, tools of the tradeCome on!Steel and wood, put 'em in my handsGive me four on the floor and a five piece bandPourin' down my soul, travelin' down the same roadMy heroes pavedAin't nothing else I'd rather doThan stand right here, play for youNight after night, day after dayI'm glad the good Lord made, tools of the tradeLadies and gentlemen