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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?