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

G C

G
Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe-head boys are her whole lifeae
C
Sews patches on blue jeans night and days-u
G
Never does much for herself, doesn't dream of fame or wealth
C
Just a ballpark bleacher and a place to pray

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

G
There's not a lot of tread on my tires, In some spots you can see the wires
C
Just hope they make it to the next town so I can sing
G
I'm still learning lots of lessons, I'm still calling it a profession
C
Travelin' 'round strummin' these guitar strings

G                                 D
Some are good at mending bones, fixing drinks and telephones
Em                                             C   D
Some are born to wear pin stripes on their sleeves
G                          D
Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
Em                                  C
Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me
D
I got songs for sale

Solo
G (Start) C (Middle) D (end)

C
I see it in a lot of places
D
I read it in a lot of faces

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


G   C Until End