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 Brainerd

Inside 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 Brainerd

Who's that calling at the milking stool
Up in Brainerd, where the children go to milking school
He learned to play the Gibson that his dog had found
And he came to haunt the bars of Minneapolis town
Now the spellcasters, the jewelled and cruel pastors
In town came to shackle and chain the Toolmaster
He will(?) a fool fast in the jaws of cash-flashers
Insane with blue magic and flames, Toolmaster return

A 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
Told him to kiss the Twin Towns goodbye
He rumbled north for a change of scenery
Goodbye, Toolmaster of Brainerd


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