Rustyard Blues Ballad

(ahhhh-hmmm) Rusty iron and broken glass

Watch the empty seasons pass (yeah) Sleeping under a dented hood

Doing the best a bad dog could

Lord, I'm just an old junkyard dog

Living in a heavy rust-colored fog (howl)

Guardin' these pieces of steel

Wondering how a soft life would feel

Fenders crushed and engines dead

A pile of tires for my head (hmph)

Barking at the passing train

Shaking off the cold November

rain

Yeah, just an old dog... (howlll)