[00:00.00] 作词 : Billy Montana/Scooter Carusoe
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Billy Montana/Scooter Carusoe
[00:15.33]Boiled peanuts anytime, painted on a plywood sign
[00:21.65] Pull to the shoulder and buy a sack
[00:24.95]
[00:27.60] An old man with a dirty face swears they're the best you'll taste
[00:33.60] Grows 'em fresh in that red dirt field out back,
[00:38.51]yeah, that's a fact
[00:40.29]
[00:46.50]Grace is a mechanic's wife and their toe-head boys are her whole life
[00:52.37] Sews patches on blue jeans night and day
[00:56.02]
[00:58.85] Never does much for herself, doesn't dream of fame or wealth
[01:04.61] Just a ballpark bleacher and a place to pray
[01:08.46]
[01:11.52]Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in Colorado
[01:17.63] Some are born to raise a family
[01:21.17]
[01:24.03] Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
[01:30.03] Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me
[01:34.58] I got songs for sale
[01:36.50]
[01:42.63] There's not a lot of tread on my tires, In some spots you can see the wires
[01:48.74] Just hope they make it to the next town so I can sing
[01:52.21]
[01:54.53] I'm still learning lots of lessons, I'm still calling it a profession
[02:00.24] Travelin' 'round strummin' these guitar strings
[02:03.86]
[02:06.41]Some are good at mending bones, fixing drinks and telephones
[02:13.14] Some are born to wear pin stripes on their sleeves
[02:17.16]
[02:19.76] Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
[02:25.93] Go to college, Duke or Yale, but me
[02:30.10] I got songs for sale
[02:32.74]
[02:44.66]I see it in a lot of places
[02:48.07] I read it in a lot of faces
[02:50.88]
[02:53.99]Some are called to preach the gospel, string fence in Colorado
[03:00.43] Some are born to raise a family
[03:03.84]
[03:06.28] Swing a hammer at a nail, haul bricks or carry mail
[03:12.66] Go to college, Duke or Yale, and me
[03:16.40]
[03:18.28] Yeah me, I got songs for sale
[03:22.64]
[03:26.11] Yeah, I got songs for sale
[03:28.73]

作词 : Billy Montana/Scooter Carusoe
作曲 : Billy Montana/Scooter Carusoe
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