He held a job at the Buckeye creamery
Toolmaster of Brainerd
He had a way with the old machinery
Toolmaster of Brainerd
But on the day when the shutdown came,
All his old girlfriends looked the same
He rumbled down for a change of scenery
Hello, Toolmaster of BrainerdInside his case was a Gibson Disaster
Toolmaster of Brainerd
He played guitar like a master but faster
Toolmaster of Brainerd
He came to town on a charter bus
Too young and sweet to be hustling us
He played guitar like a natural disaster
Play on, Toolmaster of BrainerdFound his calling at the milking school
Up in Brainerd where the children go to milking school
He learned to play the gibson that his dog had found
And it came to haunt the bars of Minneapolis town
Now, the spellcasters, the jeweled and cruel pastors
In town came to shackle and chain the Toolmaster
We will, a fool fast in the jaws of cash-flashers
Insane with blue magic and flames, Toolmaster returnsA letter came from the Buckeye Creamery,
It said "Mr. Master of Brainerd"
What?
"We're gonna start up the old machinery"
Why?
"Mr. Master of Brainerd"
All his old girlfriends lined up in the sky
Taught him to kiss the twin towns goodbye
He rumbled north, for a change of scenery
Goodbye, Toolmaster of Brainerd
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