Brian Burns - J.D.'s Junk City Lyrics
J.D.’s Junk City out on FM 103is thirty some-odd acres worth of stuff that you don’t need.He’s got old wood barns and trailers full of memories on the wall;if America’s abandoned it, old J.D.’s got it all.He’s got guitars, guns, and Cadillacs, violins, and clarinets,a hundred-thousand old LP’s, some 8-tracks and cassettes.Old J.D.’s a poet, but that might be hard to prove;he wishes he could write a song, and the neighbors wish he’d move.He says…CHORUS:“Come on in and take a look inside a junkman’s heartwhere one man’s heap of garbage is another’s work of art,then look out into a place where hearts have turned to stone,and tell me which side of the fence the junkyard’s really on.â€Now he’ll sell you a jukebox from a beer joint in Fort Worth,or a forty year-old postcard from any place on Earth,an antique German beer stein, or an angel figurine,but don’t ask about the TV; someone shot out the screen.He says, “my country’s goin’ to Hell right before my eyes;the cities that I travel, I no longer recognize…the same Starbucks and Wal-Marts, from chain to retail chain…fifteen songs on the radio, and they all sound the same.â€REPEAT CHORUS“So I haul another load in here when all my ramblin’s done,play some guitar and some pinball, man, I have myself some fun.I’m always in some kind of trouble with the county clerk;they laugh at me at Dairy Queen, but that’s just my line of work.â€Refrigerators, records players, old tin signs galore,mechanical bulls from Gilley’s, and a t-shirt Willie wore,and this light, from common angles, may not shine as bright for someas it does along his fence line, and to him is Kingdom Come.He says…REPEAT CHORUS
