Turning Wrenches

The sound of that impact the smell of exhaust
There's dirt on his hands that ain't never coming off
That Snap-On man came round like Dad's Santa Claus
Now there's tools in this garage that'll outlive us all
Turning Wrenches
Turning Wrenches

If Dad's welding, you know you don't look at the flame
If he's talking to himself, just stay out of his way
If Dad needs your help, you'll be glad to hold that light
You'll learn all kinds of cuss words, but he'll make it run right
Turning Wrenches

The clothes on my back and the food on my plate
Brought to you by turning wrenches by day
And our beat-up old Ford that was brought back to life
Dad made it run turning wrenches at night
Everything I knew to be was on that one man's salary
Y'all stick around you may see me Turning Wrenches
Turning Wrenches

He McGyver'd our car just to get us to the shore
And if you lived in our town be probably worked on yours

The clothes on my back and the food on my plate
Brought to you by turning wrenches by day
Our beat up old Ford that was brought back to life
Dad made it run turning wrenches at night
Everything I knew to be was on that one man's salary
Y'all stick around you may see me Turning Wrenches

Wouldn't trade it for nothing growing up like we did
And the older I get the more my hands look like his
For my brothers and me that dirty shop was our world
And it's what I think about when I'm turning wrenches with my girls

The clothes on my back and the food on my plate
Brought to you by turning wrenches by day
Our beat up old Ford that was brought back to life
Dad made it run turning wrenches at night
Everything I knew to be was on that one man's salary
Clippin' coupons for everything but Momma still got her ruby ring
Y'all money's tight but don't call us poor, one time we went to Disney World
Growing up we needed nothing more than Turning Wrenches
Turning Wrenches



Credits
Writer(s): Richard B Bell
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