Yardsale

by colter james neeley huntsville , al capo on the 1st fret C F i wonder if this blade ran through someone’s side Dm FaddG the blood wiped away to hide F FaddG F FaddG F how evil you grandfather was ’fore he died C F C but war can make monsters out of us all Dm FaddG F i’m sure i’d become one if i was called C Dm G and then it would be my blade Fmaj7 C here at this yardsale the guitar i Am holding is way out of tune the neck it is warped and the saddle is through i wonder if sweet music ever was played from the hands of a boy to a girl in the shade from this rickety ghost of a song here at this yardsale a dollar for anything here on this quilt a price tag for hands from which all things are built a blanket of voices speak pleasure in shame flowers of plastic and fruit of the same a basket of nothing at all here at this yardsale so if i had the money i’d buy everything and cover the whole lot with good gasoline and burn it for all that i care for the past and rid mother earth of what never should last and give her the present of ash made of a yardsale