Junkman Haul Away My Heart

for the Sweet Potato

words and music by Howard Ashby Kranz

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1. Junkman, junkman, haul away my heart.

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I don’t think that they can mend her.

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Guess that now she’s only good for parts.

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Thought I’d only brush a fender, fender, fender, fender.

2. Junkman, junkman, she was running good.

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I just guess I couldn’t steer her.

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Smashed the lights away, and then the hood,

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and the windshield, and the mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror.

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3. Junkman, junkman, put her up for swap.

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I’m not thinking you could sell her.

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Trade her to you for a good doorstop,

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or I could sure use an umbrella, umbrella, umbrella, umbrella,.

4. Junkman, junkman, there’s so much to learn.

Guess there isn’t any fast way.

Guess we all come to you in our turn.

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Keep the change, that’s in the ash tray.