I never spend much time in the back of the paper Unless my system needs another cup But that morning the sight of 4 4’s woke me right up So I jumped into my car, a little out of my head Into a driveway I once knew to well Why would anybody put out those things to sell
There’s that old brown sofa, she never liked The pillow she loved, the punch bowl we spiked Every Thanksgiving, just to make sure her Mama would see Must be a letting go yard sale Of my favorite memories
A young girl came my way with a helpful look But an unfamiliar face She said I’m selling these things for a good friend Who’s in a bad place You’re more than welcome to stay, go ahead look around There might be something here that stirs your soul That’s gotta be the biggest understatement I’ve ever been told
There’s that antique table, flea market find The Printers alley poster, one of a kind Just like the girl in that painting signed by me Must be a letting go yard sale Of her favorite memories.
Someone fell in love too early Someone fell in love too late But we’re meeting at the same heartache
Ill take everything, wrap it all up Ill be back in an hour, with a big enough truck And I’ll write you a check for whatever you think she needs To the letting go yard sale Of our favorite memories
