Sell My Name

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.
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,