The Avett Brothers - Yardsale Ukulele

By Colter James Neeley
Huntsville, AL

Capo on the 1st fret

  D                         C 
I wonder if this blade ran through someone's side
    Am                  FaddG
The blood wiped away to hide
C    FaddG           C         FaddG     C
How evil you grandfather was 'fore he died
     D                     C          D
But war can make monsters out of us all
 Am                     FaddG       C
I'm sure I'd become one if I was called
     D            Am      D
And then it would be my blade
            Cmaj7 D
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
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