Recorded by Daryle Singletary <-- Watch out for this guy, he is going places
Rough chords (I tune to Eb so adjust acordingly)
For Sale and a number on a sign at the end
of the drive. Plastic toys and a swing set
all tangled up in grass grown knee high. I
walked up on the front porch where our love
made its last stand.
Theres a thousand memories that are now in
real estate hands.
I stood there on the welcome mat and discovered they forgot to lock the door.
I was glad that it was opened cause, my old key dont fit
here anymore. On the wall of the living room i saw markings and a
crayon stick man.
How can you put a price on someones peice of life i'd like to know.
Something so precious cant be bought or sold.
Like that corner of the bedroom where we made love and plans.
Chorus and fade
[Thanks to Teletwang for tabs]