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 G5 C5 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 G5 D5 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 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 G5 D5 Some are good at mending bones, fixing drinks and telephones E5 C5 D5 Some are born to wear pin stripes on their sleeves G5 D5 Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail E5 C5 Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me D5 I got songs for sale Solo G5 (Start) C5 (Middle) D5 (end) C5 I see it in a lot of places D5 I read it in a lot of faces G5 D5 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 G5 C5 Until End