MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]
Down where the bus line bends
Morning opens one more day
By the coffee cups and punch-clock hands
Folks are heading on their way
[the banjo joins in with a lively folk rhythm]
School bells ring and the gutters run
Windows glow in morning light
And every stoop and every corner
Holds the work that builds a life

[Chorus]
Oh, sing of us, sing of us
Of the cooks and clerks and kin
Oh, sing of us, in these streets
Where everyday hearts begin

[Verse 2]
[the fiddle takes a mournful turn, then lifts again]
They say the times got hard at once
And the bills came due in snow
Yet by spring the tables were set again
With a little place to go
Mothers laughed at kitchen tables
Fathers mended fences slow
And the children chased the evening
Where the ordinary blessings grow

[Chorus]
Oh, sing of us, sing of us
Of the cooks and clerks and kin
Oh, sing of us, in these streets
Where everyday hearts begin

[Outro]
[guitar fades out with a cheerful final strum]
So we pass the tale along
From the storefront to the den
In the lives of working people
Lives a song that calls us home