C.w. Mccall - Take My Duds To The Junkman Lyrics
(ron agnew)Take my duds to the junkmanGive im evrything I gotTake my brass belt buckle an my turquoise ringI gotta get out while Im hotYou aint a-con-tri-bu-tin to the way Im livin,Yer support dont mean a lotNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what Im notPut my cash in a root beer bottleBut you better hold back a dimeSo you can call someone who cares about a-hearinYou can tell em how I wasted your timePack my songs in a suitcaseSend em out to old dave deeAn you can take them earplugs outta yer headcause you wont hear a thing from me[tap dance here, if you feel inclined.]Some times Im right,Some times Im wrong,But most a time Im in-betweenTheres always somebody wantin somethin for nothinSomethin gettin nothin for meWell, you wanted me for dependencyBut my will just turned to wontThough you never cared about me when I did,You gonna miss me when I dontSo, take my duds to the junkmanGive im evrything I gotTake my brass belt buckle an my turquoise ringI gotta get out while Im hotYou aint a-con-tri-bu-tin to the way Im livin,Yer support dont mean a lotNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what Im notNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what Im not
