David Nail - Songs for Sale lyrics

Boiled peanuts anytime
Painted on a plywood sign
Pull to the shoulder and buy a sack
An old man with a dirty face
Swears they're the best you'll taste
Grows 'em fresh in that red
Dirt field outback, yeah, that's a fact

Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe
Head boys are her whole life
Sews patches on blue jeans night and day
Never does much for herself
Doesn't dream of fame or wealth
Just a ballpark bleacher and a place to pray

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

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

Some are good at mending houses
Fixing drink and telephones
Some are born to wear
Pinstripes on their sleeves
Swing a hammer at a nail
Haul bricks or carry mail
Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me
I got songs for sale

I see it in a lot of places
I read it on a lot of faces

Some are called to preach the gospel
String fence in Colorado
Some are born to raise a family
Swing a hammer at a nail
Haul bricks or carry mail
Go to college, Duke or Yale, and me
Yeah me, I got songs for sale
Yeah, I got songs for sale