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