Lyrics of 'American Junkyard' by Brian Burns

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.