Antiques in the Yard Sale

She said I walked to school every day Half a mile each way My toes showed through the holes in my shoes But I didn't complain And my dress was made from an old feed sack Money was hard to earn New clothes all look wore out today Folks must have money to burn She'd tell the same old tales a hundred times I never did mind I stayed with her in the afternoons Til Dad picked me up at five She was proud of a son in Pittsburgh Who was too busy to come around He finally came home to see her The day we laid her in the ground Now all her family photographs in convex oval frames Each one had a story, but now they're faces without names And the quilts she made with her own hands for warmth on winter nights Are all just antiques in the yard sale and patchwork on the fire Her husband was a handsome man He put that ring upon her hand They had two good years together Before the great war with Japan He served aboard the Yorktown in The battle of Midway She was thankful he came home alive But he was never again the same Now all her family photographs in convex oval frames Each one had a story, but now they're faces without names And the quilt made by her mama for their wedding in '39 Are all just antiques in the yard sale and patchwork on the fire I can't stand to see her precious memories Reduced to five dollar price tags and that burn pile by the tree So I'm taking home her photographs in convex oval frames Each one has a story and I'm so glad I know their names And I'm happy to keep a small piece of her amazing life From the antiques in the yard sale and patchwork on the fire