The Avett Brothers – Yardsale (Ukulele)

By Colter James Neeley Huntsville, AL

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I wonder if this blade ran through someone's side

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The blood wiped away to hide

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How evil you grandfather was 'fore he died

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But war can make monsters out of us all

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I'm sure I'd become one if I was called

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And then it would be my blade

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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