JUNKYARD COWBOY
(Words & Music by James Power)
Midnight Tears Music ©2013

I’M A JUNKYARD COWBOY
I RIDE THE RANGE IN A FORD FAIRLANE
SCRAP METAL SHINES, DOGS LAY DOWN THEIR LIVES
I DON’T HAVE MANY FRIENDS
I’M NOT AS HANDSOME AS I’VE BEEN
BUT THE RATS THEY TAKE ME AS I AM
THE JUNKYARD COWBOY
THE MEANEST MAN THIS SIDE OF CHEYENNE       

MY HEAD LOST ITS MEANS
WAS SPINNIN’ LIKE A FERRIS WHEEL
AFTER A NIGHT OF DRINKING THAT WAS 2 WEEKS LONG
I SAW HER IN THE DIRT LAYING FACE DOWN WITHOUT A SHIRT
FLIES A-BUZZING TOLD ME SHE WAS GONE
THE JUNKYARD COWBOY
THE MEANEST MAN THIS SIDE OF JACKSON HOLE       

  I DONE MY TIME AND NOW I’M TRYNNA LIVE A RIGHTEOUS LIFE
  I’VE PAID FOR ALL MY WRONGS, I THINK
  YES, I FAIL SOMETIMES BUT I KEEP THE BIBLE BY MY SIDE
  BUT OFTEN, IT’S JUST WHERE I REST MY DRINK

I HEARD SOME ITALIAN BOYS
WERE ASKING ABOUT WHO I WAS
SEEMS THEY WASN’T FROM THIS PART OF TOWN
A KNOCK CAME AT MY DOOR
TWAS THEN I DECIDED TO LIGHT A JOINT
IT AIN’T OFTEN THAT THIS KIND OF SHIT GOES DOWN
FOR THE JUNKYARD COWBOY
THE MEANEST MAN THIS SIDE OF OLE CHEYENNE        

SOME SOPRANO LOOKING THUG  
TOLD ME I BEST KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT
ABOUT THE GIRL THAT I FOUND IN THE DIRT
HE TOLD ME THERE’D BE MORE
AND I COULD RAKE IN QUITE A SCORE
MAKING SURE THE BODIES ARE NEVER FOUND
THE JUNKYARD COWBOY
THE MEANEST MAN THIS SIDE OF KINGDOM COME       

HE TURNED TO WALK AWAY
I PICKED UP A SHOVEL BY THE ENTRY WAY
I HIT HIS HEAD SO HARD IT DAMN NEAR SPLIT
I WATCHED HIS BODY TWITCH
ROLLED HIM DOWN INTO THE DITCH
SAYING, “DON’T YOU WORRY NONE. YOU WON’T BE FOUND”'

I’M THE JUNKYARD COWBOY
THE MEANEST MAN THIS SIDE OF CHEYENNE     

I’M THE JUNKYARD COWBOY
THE MEANEST MAN THIS SIDE OF OLE CHEYENNE