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