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Real Estate Hands - Daryle Singletary
Written by：Lawson/Billy/Skinner/Terry/Cole/Greg/Rhodes/Chuck
For sale and a number
On a sign
At the end of the drive
Plastic toys and a swingset all tangled up in grass
That's grown knee high
I walked up on the front porch of the house
Where our love made it's last stand
There's a thousand memories
That are now
In real estate hands
I stood there on the welcome mat
And discovered
They forgot to lock the door
I was glad that it was open
'Cause my old key don't fit here anymore
On the wall of the living room
I saw markings and a crayon drawn stick man
There's a thousand memories
That are now
In real estate hands
How can you put a price
On someone's piece of life I'd like to know
Something so precious
Can't be bought or sold
Like that corner of the bedroom
Where we made love and plans
There's a thousand memories
That are now
In real estate hands
How can you put a price
On someone's piece of life I'd like to know
Something so precious
Can't be bought or sold
Like that corner of the bedroom
Where we made love and plans
There's a thousand memories
That are now
In real estate hands
There's a thousand memories
That are now
In real estate
Hands
