Junkyard Gold

Verse 3

The front lawn looks like Detroit in eighty-two

Rust on the rims but the chrome is shining through

Those suits from the board got their clipboards out today

Tryna tell me how the grass oughta look in May

Got a Chevelle under tarp and a GTO in parts

That’s American steel inside of these redneck hearts

I told 'em I don't care about their beige and boring rules

I'm busy turning bolts and polishing my tools

Chorus

This junkyard’s a palace and the King’s on his throne

Working on a small block in a kingdom of my own

High on the mountain where the hickory grows tall

The HOA is lucky that I’m picking up their call

Got my Bible on the dash and a sidearm on my hip

Taking all these rusty frames on a resurrected trip

Ain’t nothing changing on this piece of Georgia ground

Where the engine blocks are holy and the V8 is the sound

Outro

Five acres of metal

Headed

Guitar Solo

Bridge

They sent a registered letter talking ‘bout a fines and blight

I used it as a coaster for my lukewarm light

If they want a piece of property that looks like a magazine

They better buy a condo and stay away from my machine

Keep your hedges trimmed tight and your gravel neatly swept

I’m honoring the promises that grandaddy kept

Two wheels in the weeds and a prayer in the air

I don't see no violations anywhere

Chorus

This junkyard’s a palace and the King’s on his throne

Working on a small block in a kingdom of my own

High on the mountain where the hickory grows tall

The HOA is lucky that I’m picking up their call

Got my Bible on the dash and a sidearm on my hip

Taking all these rusty frames with a cold beer sip

Ain’t nothing changing on this piece of Georgia ground

Where the engine blocks are holy and the V8 is the sound

Post-Chorus

I’ll keep my pistons

Second Amendment

And zero assistance

See you on Sunday

Get off my porch

Get out my sight

Just me and the rust

I’m turning the torch

By the moonlight

Amen

Done

Outro

Now move along

I'm serious now

Go on

Beat it

Peace out

Don't tread on the yard

No sir

Just me and the rust

Yeah just the rust and me

Keep on walking

All the way back to the suburbs

Ain't nothing for sale

Get gone

Gone

Gone

Amen

Done