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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 hes got a fridge full o beer and its 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 ats 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.
Toylets on the blink and heavyweights today cant hit.
You know you remind me a lot o my brothers 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 heres 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 womans 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. Itll 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?
Id like to do that once before I die but hes talking a little too loud,
and his womans 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 aint gonna mind a bit,
leastwise she dont mention nothin to that smilin, smokin, dirty jokin, lucky old man with a yard full o rusty cars.