Intro: G5 C5 x2
G5
Boiled peanuts anytime, painted on a plywood sign
C5
Pull to the shoulder and buy a sack
G5
An old man with a dirty face swears they're the best you'll taste
C5
Grows 'em fresh in that red dirt field out back, yeah, that's a fact

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G5
Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe-head boys are her whole lifeae
C5
Sews patches on blue jeans night and days-u
G5
Never does much for herself, doesn't dream of fame or wealth
C5
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
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I got songs for sale

G5
There's not a lot of tread on my tires, In some spots you can see the wires
C5
Just hope they make it to the next town so I can sing
G5
I'm still learning lots of lessons, I'm still calling it a profession
C5
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
D5
I got songs for sale

Solo
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C5
I see it in a lot of places
D5
I read it in a lot of faces

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Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in Colorado
E5                           C5   D5
Some are born to raise a family
G5                          D5
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
E5                              C5
Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me
D5                    G5   C5
I got songs for sale


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