Tools of the Trade - Charlie Worsham, Vince Gill, Marty Stuart

Strings that bend, ears that ring

A microphone, a song to sing

A rowdy crowd gettin' loud and lit-up stages

All night to play, tools of the trade

Words that rhyme and an old train beat

A heart that runs on melodies

I get a brand new song every time it breaks

I put it on a page, tools of the trade

Steel and wood, put 'em in my hands

Give me four on the floor and a five piece band

Pourin' down my soul, travelin' down the same road

My heroes paved

It’s a lot of miles, on a little sleep

But it’s worth it all when y’all stomp your feet

I wouldn’t trade the world for the choice I’ve made

Or the dues I’ve paid, tools of the trade

Come on!

Steel and wood, put 'em in my hands

Give me four on the floor and a five piece band

Pourin' down my soul, travelin' down the same road

My heroes paved

Ain’t nothing else I’d rather do

Than stand right here, play for you

Night after night, day after day

I’m glad the good Lord made, tools of the trade

Ladies and gentlemen