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Date: 6/7/97; 11:27:54 PM
From: Tom Marr <marrt@synapse.net>
Subject: Yard Sale by Sammy Kershaw

YARD SALE
recorded by Sammy Kershaw

-capo on the 1st fret

F      Bb      

F
Cardboard sign says "Yard Sale", Real estate sign says "sold"
Bb                                        F
Family picnic table holds all that it can hold
       C                                     F                Bb
On the grass and on the sidewalk, well there must be half the town
                      F               C
Ain't it funny, how a broken home can bring the prices down


           F                                      Bb
Oh they're sortin' through what's left of you and me
                 F                         C
Payin' yard sale prices for each golden memory
      F                              Bb
Oh I never thought, I'd ever live to see
                F                      C               F     Bb
The way they're sortin' through what's left of you and me


    F
You left two summer dresses in the backyard on the line
Bb                                                                   F
A lady just brought them to me, she said she thinks they'll fit just
fine
            C                             F               Bb
Well, there goes the baby's wagon and the mirror from the hall
                     F               C
I'd better take just one last look before they take it all


           F                                      Bb
Oh they're sortin' through what's left of you and me
                 F                         C
Payin' yard sale prices for each golden memory
     F                               Bb
Oh I never thought, I'd ever live to see
                F                      C               F
The way they're sortin' through what's left of you and me


                                           Bb
Well, I wonder what you'd say if you could see
                F                      C               F
The way they're sortin' through what's left of you and me



Tom Marr   marrt@synapse.net