Bobby Bare 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.
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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.
Lyrics: Yard Full of Rusty Cars, Bobby Bare [end]