Junkyard Blues

Broken down relations, beaten up guitars

Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars

Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst

Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks



Junkyard blues sound familiar

I'm never alone

Always remind me of home



One of a dozen covered with stains

Blistered and stinking was all that remained

Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones

Unwanted contents of anonymous homes



Those junkyard blues sound familiar

Take me back

Always remind me of home



Mangy old dog scratching in the dust

Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust

All this stuff was good for something

But here it is now, good for nothing



Junkyard blues sound familiar

I'm never alone

Always remind me of home