Bobby Bare Yard Full Of Rusty Cars Lyrics

Yard Full Of Rusty Cars Lyrics

Show me a house with a yard full o' rusty cars

and you know there'll be a coffee perkin' on a rusty stove

and you walk right in, sit down and feel right at home

in the kitchen of the house of the man with a yard full o' rusty cars



Show me a man with a yard full o' rusty cars

and you know he's got a fridge full o' beer and it's nice and cold.

Swing on the porch, eat balony and bread and talk about gettin' old.

Spittin' in the dust with the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.



Scratchin' the ears of the dog of the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.

Tell him I been to Haite an' he says “well 'at's real nice�.

“Hay, Ma, this beer could sure use a little bit o' ice�

“Now what was you sayin' about goin' to Hades?� says the man with a yard
full o' rusty cars.



“Ma' teeth gone bad� says the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.

“Toylet's on the blink and heavyweights today can't hit.�

“You know you remind me a lot o' my brother's youngest kid.�

“Got killed in Korea. You play gin rummy?� says the man with a yard full o'
rusty cars.



Kick off your shoes on the couch of the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.

Smoke your smokes and flick the ashes on the floor.

“Hell son, everythin' here's been burned or broke at least once before�.

And he winks at his old lady and she winks back at the man with a yard full o'
rusty cars.



“Lord!� says the man with the rusty cars “that woman's gettin'
wide!�

“So much for beauty son! Hand me that TV guide.�



Watching the flies in the kitchen of the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.

Hole in the screen door where the dogs crawl in and out.

“Careful with that soup son. It'll burn a hole in your mouth!�

“Soup an' life, you gotta wait 'em out.� says the man with a yard full o'
rusty cars.



Watch TV in the parlour of the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.

“Son, you ever get to sleep with any o' them movie stars?�

“I'd like to do that once before I die� but he's talking a little too
loud,

and his woman's smilin' kinda proud of the man with a yard full o' rusty
cars.



Talking God and baseball with the man with a yard full o' rusty cars.

Fall asleep right on the couch there where ya' sit

an' you know that his old woman ain't gonna mind a bit,

leastwise she don't mention nothin' to that smilin', smokin', dirty jokin',
lucky old man with a yard full o' rusty cars.