Junkyard Blues

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 sounds familiar
I’m never alone
Always remind me of home

Once 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 sounds familiar
Take me back
Always remind me of home
(Guitar Solo)
(Piano Solo)
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 sounds familiar
I’m never alone
Always remind me of home