By Colter James Neeley
Huntsville, AL

Capo on the 1st fret

  C (x32010@1)                       F (133211@1)I wonder if this blade ran through someone's side
    Dm (xx0231@1)                FaddG
The blood wiped away to hide
F (133211@1)  FaddG           F (133211@1)       FaddG     FHow (133211@1)evil you grandfather was 'fore he died
     C (x32010@1)                   F (133211@1)        CBut (x32010@1)war can make monsters out of us all
 Dm (xx0231@1)                   FaddG       FI'm (133211@1)sure I'd become one if I was called
     C (x32010@1)          Dm (xx0231@1)    GAnd (320003@1)then it would be my blade
            Fmaj7 (1x3210@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C
Here at this yardsale



The guitar I am holding is way out of tune
The neck it is warped and the saddle is through
I wonder if sweet music ever was played
From the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade
From this rickety ghost of a song
Here at this yardsale

A dollar for anything here on this quilt
A price tag for hands from which all things are built
A blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame
Flowers of plastic and fruit of the same
A basket of nothing at all
Here at this yardsale

So if I had the money I'd buy everything
And cover the whole lot with good gasoline
And burn it for all that I care for the past
And rid mother earth of what never should last
And give her the present of ash
Made of a yardsale