Letras
Rummage sale, she's selling all her memories
Rummage sale, of all her dreams and used-to-be's
The cost of being old today has taken all she saved away
And there's still bills that she must pay from the rummage sale
You know, I never thought much about it before today
I mean, selling your dreams and your memories away
But that poor, tired woman knew the price she'd pay for a rummage sale
And every table, every lamp, every chair
If you'd look, you'd find a memory there
That she'd saved in her heart now for so many years
Just for a rummage sale
But what price can you place on her memories
On the laughter and tears of her yesterdays?
How much would you pay for her first baby's crib
At the rummage sale?
How many pennies, nickels, and dimes would you pay
To take her dead husband's favorite chair away?
And if she cried as you took it, what would you say?
"Well, it's just somebody else's rummage sale"
Rummage sale, she's selling all her memories
Rummage sale, of all her dreams and used-to-be's
Though I'm still young, I hope and pray
That my life won't end up that way
And the one I love won't have to pay with a rummage sale