Текст песни Grayson Capps - Junkman

Junkman

The junkman down the street, he’s looking for some trash
He ain’t got no home
But the shit piles up and it’s thick with broken glass
It’s a managarie he calls his own
And I’m walking by his grocery cart thinking about my past
I got some garbage all my own
And I’m looking for Jesus in the old man’s face
But now the prophet is long gone
And his head is hanging low
He’s got no place to go
And all he can do is eat and sleep
And hope tomorrow that he’ll know

Did somebody done told somebody something wrong?
'Cause the church bell is faking and plays the tired old song
And the birds and the dogs got it all figured out
They know when to scream and shout
And fat lady Hatchinson yells at the kids
‘’Get out of my yard and go home!
Leave my plum tree alone!’’

The morning has broke like an old window pane
I hear tires rolling down the road
And it’s gas and steel that we have to thank
To get us to where it is we don’t know
And the doctors fix the sick by cutting out the disease
That they ain’t really found no cures
And the preacher makes a killing
Of the congregation who’s willing
Telling them heaven is for the poor

And our heads are hanging low
And we got no place to go
And all we can do is eat and sleep
And hope tomorrow that we’ll know

Did somebody done told somebody something wrong?
'Cause the church bell is tired and plays the same old songs
And the birds and the dogs got it all figured out
They know when to scream and shout
And fat lady Hatchinson yells at the kids
‘’Get out of my yard and go home!
Leave my plum tree alone!”

But our heads are hanging low
We got no place to go
And all we can do is eat and sleep
And hope tomorrow that we’ll know
That we’ll know