This is song #1 on the album "Wooden Soul" by The Pawns, 8/16/19.
Matt Perez: Drums and Percussion
Bob Elliott: Other sounds
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Tools
So many things that I fixed with these tools, with these tools
So many things that I fixed with these tools, with these tools
Something our father made certain we knew, that we knew
Pass it along out to me and to you, and to you
You were such a natural with all those tools
I've been hanging on to what I could use
So many ways something falls out of place, out of place
But how many ways can you keep it together, anyways?
There as a child, there with you by that lake, by the lake
There with our father stringing lines for our place he would make
You were born a natural with all those tools
I been holding on to what I could use
Lefthand pitcher throws a no-hitter
Your best friend's a catcher, and this was your easy time
And all tomorrow's trouble has not yet come
And we were young, we were young, we were young
You were born a natural with all those tools
I been holding on to what I could use
Lefthand pitcher throws a no-hitter
Best friend's the catcher
This was your easy time
Wasn't that your easy time?
Wasn't that an easy time?
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