Yard Full Of Rusty Cars lyrics

Show me a house with a yard full o’ rusty cars
And you know there'll be a coffee perkin' on a rusty stove
And you walk right in, sit down and feel right at home
In the kitchen of the house of the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars

Show me a man with a yard full o’ rusty cars
And you know he’s got a fridge full o’ beer and it’s nice and cold.
Swing on the porch, eat balony and bread and talk about gettin’ old.
Spittin’ in the dust with the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.

Scratchin’ the ears of the dog of the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
Tell him I been to Haite an’ he says “well ‘at’s real nice�.
“Hay, Ma, this beer could sure use a little bit o’ ice�
“Now what was you sayin’ about goin’ to Hades?� says the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.

“Ma’ teeth gone bad� says the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
“Toylet’s on the blink and heavyweights today can’t hit.�
“You know you remind me a lot o’ my brother’s youngest kid.�
“Got killed in Korea. You play gin rummy?� says the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.

Kick off your shoes on the couch of the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
Smoke your smokes and flick the ashes on the floor.
“Hell son, everythin’ here’s been burned or broke at least once before�.
And he winks at his old lady and she winks back at the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.

“Lord!� says the man with the rusty cars “that woman’s gettin’ wide!�
“So much for beauty son! Hand me that TV guide.�

Watching the flies in the kitchen of the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
Hole in the screen door where the dogs crawl in and out.
“Careful with that soup son. It’ll burn a hole in your mouth!�
“Soup an’ life, you gotta wait ‘em out.� says the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.

Watch TV in the parlour of the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
“Son, you ever get to sleep with any o’ them movie stars?�
“I’d like to do that once before I die� but he’s talking a little too loud,
And his woman’s smilin’ kinda proud of the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.

Talking God and baseball with the man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
Fall asleep right on the couch there where ya’ sit
An’ you know that his old woman ain’t gonna mind a bit,
Leastwise she don’t mention nothin’ to that smilin’, smokin’, dirty jokin’, lucky old man with a yard full o’ rusty cars.
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