Junkman

I am your junkman
I live on the outskirts of your town
I pick up pieces of your dirty trash
I'm the king of the lost and found

Can't you see the moon's rising?
Can't you hear the planes are flying?
Did you know they came from my hands

In God we trust, well, that's my story
Let them have the fame and glory
I'll just watch the hill fires rise
I'm your junkman

I am your junkman
I save the other human race
I was born to wear these dirty ragged clothes
And save this planet from disgrace

Can't you see the moon's rising?
Can't you hear the planes are flying?
Did you know they came from my hands

In God we trust, well, that's my story
Let them have the fame and glory
I'll just watch the hill fires rise
I'm your junkman
Ah, here come the junkman

Can't you see the moon's rising?
Can't you hear the planes are flying?
Did you know they came from my hands

In God we trust, well, that's my story
Let them have the fame and glory
I'll just watch the hill fires rise
I'm your junkman, I'm your junkman



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Michael Lawhon, John Frederick Young, Christopher Robertson, Benjamin Daniel Wells, Richard Oren Young
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