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The Toolbox Party
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A Folk/Blues artist from the US Pacific Northwest A Songwriter, Singer, Storyteller, Slide Guitarist & Sawplayer Earthy vocals, resophonic guitar bottleneckin’ and the rhythmic moans of harmonica combine while foot stompin’ pounds out a beat.
Charts
Peak #78
Peak in subgenre #14
Author
Reggie Miles
Rights
2022 Reggie Miles
Uploaded
April 02, 2016
MP3
MP3 6.6 MB, 119 kbps, 7:49
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Beat
4/4
Vocals
Male
Story behind the song
When you play music with a hand tool and have fun doing it, folks begin to feel comfortable sharing their own bad puns and tool jokes. This song was the result of so many of my listeners sharing their humor with me. Did ya hear the one about the capenter...?
Lyrics
The Toolbox Party 2016 Reggie Miles All rights reserved I saw my saw was gettin' hammered As I was strummin' my guitar He was guzzlin' screwdrivers with the screwdrivers At the far end of the bar The vise and the vise-grip Were both a gettin' kinda tight They invited the whole toolbox To party thru the night The monkey wrench had his teeth Round a banana daiquiri And the file was soundin' Sorta raspy to me From chuggin' shots of whiskey With the plumb bob and level Who were both a few bubbles shy From their binging and revel The jigsaw was a jiggin' With a jigger full of gin And the shovel was a diggin' A couple o' hoes that just walked in The come along had come along To have a little fun It was half past eight, everyone was feelin' great The party had just begun The frame square squared off In a game of chance with the rake Who was rakin' in the winnin's Without makin' a mistake So i played another tune And I sang another rhyme While everybody in the Toolbox Was havin' a good time. The nails were all gettin bent While old crowbar crowed for more The ladder's twelve steps were wrung dry And thought the whole bash was a bore The tape was sizin' up the crowd And askin' what's your pleasure She knew how to treat us right, as we partied through the night And through in a few extra shots for good measure I saw my saw was gettin' hammered As I was strummin' my guitar He was guzzlin' screwdrivers with the screwdrivers At the far end of the bar And me I just kept on pickin' While everyone was actin' like fools They were drinkin' and dancin' and gamblin' It was one hell of a fling for the tools One hell of a fling for the tools One hell of a fling
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