Broken down relations, beaten up guitars
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars
Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunksJunkyard blues sounds familiar
I'm never alone
Always remind me of homeOnce of a dozen covered with stains
Blistered and stinking was all that remained
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones
Unwanted contents of anonymous homesThose junkyard blues sounds familiar
Take me back
Always remind me of homeMangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
All this stuff was good for something
But here it is now, good for nothingJunkyard blues sounds familiar
I'm never alone
Always remind me of home
Songwriters
ROGER GLOVER, IAN GILLAN, STEVE MORSE, DONALD SMITH AIREY, IAN PAICEPublished by
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