Songs For Sale

D G 2x D G Boiled peanuts anytime, painted on a plywood sign D A Pull to the shoulder and buy a sack D G An old man with a dirty face swears they're the best you'll taste D A D G Grows 'em fresh in that red dirt field out back, yeah, that's a fact D G Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe-head boys are her whole life D A Sews patches on blue jeans night and day D G Never does much for herself, doesn't dream of fame or wealth D A Just a ballpark bleacher and a place to pray D A Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in Colorado Bm G A Some are born to raise a family D A Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail Bm G Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me A D G I got songs for sale There's not a lot of tread on my tires, In some spots you can see the wires Just hope they make it to the next town so I can sing I'm still learning lots of lessons, I'm still calling it a profession Travelin' 'round strummin' these guitar strings Some are good at mending bones, fixing drinks and telephones Some are born to wear pin stripes on their sleeves Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me I got songs for sale D A Bm G 2x G I see it in a lot of places A I read it in a lot of faces D A Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in Colorado Bm G A Some are born to raise a family D A Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail Bm G Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me A D G (repeat D G til end) Yeah me, I got songs for sale Yeah, I got songs for sale