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
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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
