Welcome, my friend, won't you step through the gate?
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I'll be happy to show you around.
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Anything in particular you're lookin' for,
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Well, you'll find it on this sacred ground.
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We only deal in the finest used merchandise,
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Quality worth every dime,
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And all that you see here in every direction
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Is on sale for a limited time.
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We got runners of races who came in last...
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Old folks with nothin' left but the past...
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Kids who aren't popular in their class...
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Hey, try tellin' them times ain't hard.
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We got automobiles and pinball machines...
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Skeletons of old drive-in movie screens...
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Miles of unread books and magazines...
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And we've got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.
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When people want somethin' they don't have already,
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No price is too high to pay.
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But as soon as they get it, they want something different,
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And so they just throw it away.
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So feel free to browse 'til you've made your selection,
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Then come on in out of the rain.
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Most people nowadays don't care much for history;
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This mornin' their loss is your gain.
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We got outlaws who outran their restlessness...
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Poets and preachers who did their best...
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Teachers with courage and selflessness...
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Just try tellin' them times ain't hard.
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Department store dummies with missin' hands...
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Songbooks from Salvation Army bands...
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Old dogs whose owners made other plans...
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And we've got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.
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We got dreamers and dark angels on the lam...
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Old downcast veterans from Vietnam...
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Who came home and nobody gave a damn...
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Try tellin' them times ain't hard.
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We got records and eight tracks and old guitars...
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Posters of rock bands and movie stars...
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Mood rings and marbles in Mason jars...
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And we've got it all here for sale in the American Junkyard.
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Welcome, my friend, won't you step through the gate?
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I'll be happy to show you around.
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American Junkyard
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Brian Burns |