Marvin Lurie

Garage Sale Blues

Packed up my fancies, stopped all the clocks,
shut all the doors, turned all the locks,
set out my dreams, dollar a box.

Got garage sale blues,
my trav'lin shoes,
I'm out of here, done paid my dues.

Life got too crowded, give me a price.
Look at these wishes, ain't they so nice?
Everything here's marked down twice.

Got garage sale blues,
my trav'lin shoes,
I'm out of here, said my adieus.

Got my divorce from the lady named hope.
She's treating me like a big dope.
Got to move on, no time to mope.

Got garage sale blues,
my trav'lin shoes,
I'm out of here, time to cruise.

Packed up my fancies, stopped all the clocks,
shut all the doors, turned all the locks,
set out my dreams, dollar a box.

Got garage sale blues,
don't need no more clues.
I'm out of here, no time to lose.

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