American Junkyard

Welcome, my friend, won't you step through the gate?

I'll be happy to show you around.

Anything in particular you're lookin' for,

Well, you'll find it on this sacred ground.

We only deal in the finest used merchandise,

Quality worth every dime,

And all that you see here in every direction

Is on sale for a limited time.

We got runners of races who came in last

Old folks with nothin' left but the past

Kids who aren't popular in their class

Hey, try tellin' them times ain't hard.

We got automobiles and pinball machines

Skeletons of old drive-in movie screens

Miles of unread books and magazines

And we've got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.

When people want somethin' they don't have already,

No price is too high to pay.

But as soon as they get it, they want something different,

And so they just throw it away.

So feel free to browse 'til you've made your selection,

Then come on in out of the rain.

Most people nowadays don't care much for history;

This mornin' their loss is your gain.

We got outlaws who outran their restlessness

Poets and preachers who did their best

Teachers with courage and selflessness

Just try tellin' them times ain't hard.

Department store dummies with missin' hands

Songbooks from Salvation Army bands

Old dogs whose owners made other plans

And we've got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.

We got dreamers and dark angels on the lam

Old downcast veterans from Vietnam

Who came home and nobody gave a damn

Try tellin' them times ain't hard.

We got records and eight tracks and old guitars

Posters of rock bands and movie stars

Mood rings and marbles in Mason jars

And we've got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.

Welcome, my friend, won't you step through the gate?

I'll be happy to show you around.