LYRIC FOR SALE

By Brittany Benko

Verse 1

Screen door sings when you walk inside
Cicadas keep time with the evening sky
Mama's got a pie on the windowsill
Says, "Honey, eat first, then tell me how you fell."
Neighbors wave like they're kin to you
Even if they don't know your name, it true
Around here a stranger's just a friend
Who hasn't been fed yet, so come on in

Chorus

Pull up a chair, set your worries down
There's always room in this little town
We pass the peace like a mason jar
Full of yes ma'ams and how y'all are
If your heart's been running thin
We'll stitch it up with a handshake grin
It ain't fancy, but it's honest art
That southern hospitality, straight from the heart

Verse 2

Grandad's stories rock on slow
Like a porch swing learning how to grow
We say grace before the sun goes low
Thank the Lord for what we don't yet know
Storms may roll and trucks may stall
But someone's coming when you call
We don't ask much, just who you are
And if you take your sugar with or without

Chorus

Pull up a chair, set your worries down
There's always room in this little town
We pass the peace like a mason jar
Full of yes ma'ams and how y'all are
If your heart's been running thin
We'll stitch it up with a handshake grin
It ain't fancy, but it's honest art
That southern hospitality, straight from the heart

Bridge

We don't lock doors, we lock in hope
Tie loose ends with a length of rope
Kindness here ain't bought or sold
It's handed down like Sunday clothes

Verse 3

When you leave, you won't leave light
There's leftovers packed for the road tonight
And a blessing folded in your sleeve
Just in case you forget to believe

Final Chorus

So pull up a chair, set your worries down
There's always room in this little town
We pass the peace like a mason jar
Full of yes ma'ams and how y'all are
If your heart's been running thin
We'll stitch it up with a handshake grin
It ain't fancy, but it's honest art
That southern hospitality, straight from the heart