My Father's Toolbox

[Verse 1]

Metal box been in the family since before my name was chosen

Latch still sticks the same way, hinges still complaining, frozen

He'd hum old hymns while he worked, never needed a radio

Taught me a wrench turns easier when your patience learns to grow

Every dent's a story if you know which year to read it

The chip up on the corner's from a porch swing that we built it

He wrote our names in marker on the inside of the lid