Songs for Sale - David Nail, Lee Ann Womack

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 out back, 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 learning lots of lessons, I’m still calling it a profession

Travelin' 'round strummin' these guitar strings

Some are good at mending bones, fixing drinks and telephones

Some are born to wear pin stripes 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 in 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