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By Colter James Neeley Huntsville, AL Capo on the 1st fret
I Dwonder if this blade ran tChrough someone's side Am FaddG The blood wiped away to hide C FaddG C FaddG C How evil you grandfather was 'fore he died But wDar can make monsters oCut of us alDl Am FaddG C I'm sure I'd become one if I was called And tDhen it would Ambe my blDade Here at thisCmaj7 yardsDale
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