Sell My Name

And walk out with my head down, not a sound.
Scale swings on a chain, weighing out his years.
Iron don't light the man in the office sneers.
He counts me out a fistful, tells me it's a fair deal.
I fold the cash in my shirt pocket and I don't say how I feel.
Sit back in the cab with the window cracked,
Daddy's hat still hanging where the mirrors act.
Nobody knows I'm busted but me,
So I keep my jaw locked tight and let the cold talk for me.
I sell my night before I say I'm broke,
Trade the last word dad ever spoke.
Put the price tag on the only thing I own,
And walk out with my head down, not a sound.
Dad, you cussed me out for this, I know.
You always said a man's word is the last thing he should sell,