Lyrics of Songs for sale

David Nail

Release date : 21/11/2011

Duration : 0:03:44

Style : Country

Boiled peanuts anytime, painted on a plywood sign
Pull to the shoulder and buy a sack
An old man with a dirty face swears they're the best you'll taste
Grows 'em fresh in that red dirt field out back, yeah, that's a fact
Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe-head boys are her whole life
Sews patches on blue jeans night and day
Never does much for herself, doesn't dream of fame or wealth
Just a ballpark bleacher and a place to pray
Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in colorado
Some are born to raise a family
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
Go to college, duke or yale, but me
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
I see it in a lot of places
I read it in a lot of faces
Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in colorado
Some are born to raise a family
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
Go to college, duke or yale, and me
Yeah me, i got songs for sale
Yeah, i got songs for sale