Cw Mccall Take My Duds To The Junkman Lyrics

Take My Duds To The Junkman Lyrics

Take my duds to the junkman 
Give 'im ev'rything I got 
Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring 
I gotta get out while I'm hot 
You ain't a-con-tri-bu-tin' to the way I'm livin', 
Yer support don't mean a lot 
Nobody gives a damn about what I am, 
They give me stuff about what I'm not  
 
Put my cash in a root beer bottle 
But you better hold back a dime 
So you can call someone who cares about a-hearin' 
You can tell 'em how I wasted your time 
Pack my songs in a suitcase 
Send 'em out to old Dave Dee 
An' you can take them earplugs outta yer head 
'Cause you won't hear a thing from me  
 
[Tap dance here, if you feel inclined.]  
 
Some times I'm right, 
Some times I'm wrong, 
But most a' time I'm in-between 
There's always somebody wantin' somethin' for nothin' 
Somethin' gettin' nothin' for me 
Well, you wanted me for dependency 
But my will just turned to won't 
Though you never cared about me when I did, 
You gonna miss me when I don't  
 
So, take my duds to the junkman 
Give 'im ev'rything I got 
Take my brass belt buckle an' my turquoise ring 
I gotta get out while I'm hot 
You ain't a-con-tri-bu-tin' to the way I'm livin', 
Yer support don't mean a lot 
Nobody gives a damn about what I am, 
They give me stuff about what I'm not  
 
Nobody gives a damn about what I am, 
They give me stuff about what I'm not