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My Father’s Toolbox © Mitch Townley

Capo 3rd

(V1)
(G) The blue pills cause his hands to shake, 
green (C) ones made him lose his (G) hair
He’d love to (C) be down in his (G) workshop now, 
but the (Am) doctor said no more (D7) stairs
(G) During last Sunday’s visit, 
he had me (C) bring his toolbox (G) up
Then with a (C) smile of resig (G) nation said 
It’s (Am) time you had this (D) son

Chorus 
It (C) smelled like years of sawdust, Marlboro (G) Reds and W (D7) /D
Had the (C) hammer that I’d hold for him when (G) ever he asked (D)  me
Swear there (C) still was grease from my GT (G) on the socket (D7) set
(C) It was part  Smith(G) sonian and (C) childhood treasure (D) chest
It held a (C)  lot…..my father’s (Am) tool(G) box

 (V2)
Seemed every (G) tool in it told a story ‘
about (C) something that we’d (G) made.
From a (C) double decker (G) birdhouse 
to that (Am) science fair Milky (D7) Way
On the (G) side was that Red Sox sticker 
over the (C) dent I tried to (G) hide
When I (C) borrowed it without (G) asking him 
to fix the (Am) loose chain on my (D)bike

Chorus 
It (C) smelled like years of sawdust, Marlboro (G) Reds and W (D7) /D
Had the (C) hammer that I’d hold for him when (G) ever he asked (D)  me
Some Me(C) tallic blue from my pinewood racer (G) on a phillips (D7) head
(C) It was part  Smith(G) sonian and (C) childhood treasure (D) chest
It held a (C)  lot…..my father’s (Am) tool(G) box

(bridge)
He said (D) son I know that you've (G) got one 
But this is (D) just collecting (G) dust
And it (C) doesn’t mean (G) anything
 to (C) anyone but (D) us

Chorus 
It (C) smelled like years of sawdust, Marlboro (G) Reds and W (D7) /D
Had a the (C) hammer that I’d hold for him couldn’t (G) wait till he asked (D)  me
It held a (C)  lot…..my father’s (Am) tool(G) box
It held a (C)  lot…..my father’s (Am) tool(G) box