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Welcome, my friend, wonât you step through the gate?
Iâll be happy to show you around.
Anything in particular youâre lookinâ for,
well, youâll 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 lastâ¦
old folks with nothinâ left but the pastâ¦
kids who arenât popular in their classâ¦
hey, try tellinâ them times ainât hard.
We got automobiles and pinball machinesâ¦
skeletons of old drive-in movie screensâ¦
miles of unread books and magazinesâ¦
and weâve got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.
When people want somethinâ they donât 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 âtil youâve made your selection,
then come on in out of the rain.
Most people nowadays donât care much for history;
this mornin' their loss is your gain.
We got outlaws who outran their restlessnessâ¦
poets and preachers who did their bestâ¦
teachers with courage and selflessnessâ¦
just try tellinâ them times ainât hard.
Department store dummies with missinâ handsâ¦
songbooks from Salvation Army bandsâ¦
old dogs whose owners made other plansâ¦
and weâve got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.
We got dreamers and dark angels on the lamâ¦
old downcast veterans from Vietnamâ¦
who came home and nobody gave a damnâ¦
try tellinâ them times ainât hard.
We got records and eight tracks and old guitarsâ¦
posters of rock bands and movie starsâ¦
mood rings and marbles in Mason jarsâ¦
and weâve got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.
Welcome, my friend, wonât you step through the gate?
Iâll be happy to show you around.