Brandon Davis - For Sale Sign

For sale sign, sitting curbside
Front of all my childhood dreams
Daddy used to say there’d never come a day that he would leave
But we’d grow up and we get old
And with that life goes on
No, it ain’t the house I’m worried about being sold

It’s the heart carved in that oak tree, summer 2009
Every Christmas spent behind that living room window
And it’s a whole lot more than nails and boards
Deep inside those walls
There’s a lifetime just beyond that swinging screen door
We played Batman, dad watched football
It was sure a damn good life
No it ain’t the house I’m worried about
It’s the memories behind that for sale sign

I can still see the oil slick stain marks
From dad’s Chevy in the garage
Smell momma cooking in the kitchen
While she’s singing old gospel songs
And I fell down them old wood stairs
More times that I can count
Them notches by the door show how I’ve grown
Better make one more before I leave out

It’s the heart carved in that oak tree, summer 2009
Every Christmas spent behind that living room window
And it’s a whole lot more than nails and boards
Deep inside those walls
There’s a lifetime just beyond that swinging screen door
We played Batman, dad watched football
It was sure a damn good life
No it ain’t the house I’m worried about
It’s the memories behind that for sale sign

We played Batman, dad watched football
It was sure a damn good life
No it ain’t the house I’m worried about
It’s the memories behind that for sale sign

Written by:
Richard Brandon Davis

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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