Текст пісні
There was a clapboard house at the edge of town
Sittin' on about an acre
A little shop where anyone could stop
To find a bona fide cabinet maker
When I was a boy he made me a toy
Fashioned from a scrap of maple
Filled my heart with a wonder and joy
For hours at the kitchen table
Didn't say much, but when he did
I remember what he said
There's almost nothin' a man can't do
When he's workin' with the right tools
A good set of plans and a steady hand
Followin' a straight rule
If you measure twice and you ride on straight
A masterpiece is just a cut away
Many a wise man were made from fools
Workin' with the right tools
I grew up in a troubled world
Without a light to guide me
When I was sinkin' down I turned around
And saw that old man beside me
He said, "Son, that path you're walkin'
Leads you to the workshop of the devil"
He filled my idle hands and set
My life back on the level
He made a man out of me
A whole lot more than I thought I could be
There's almost nothin' a man can't do
When he's workin' with the right tools
A good set of plans and a steady hand
Followin' a straight rule
If you measure twice and you ride on straight
A masterpiece is just a cut away
Many a wise man were made from fools
Workin' with the right tools
You can tear down the walls or harness the wind
Build a better world for the people to live in
There's almost nothin' a man can't do
Workin' with the right tools
Workin' with the right tools
Gotta get myself up
Get on down to work
Put on my cleanest dirty shirt