“Broken Dolls in the Junkyard" (c) by Solitary Rider aka Andyboy Georgia
long drives, long days, hard times and your hard ways
I still see you, walking from me, my tiny hands pressed on the dash
do you remember, what you’d say to me when I begged to come along?
ain’t no dolls in the junkyard, just sit tight in this ‘ole car
Daddy’ll find somethin’ there to trade for the rent
landlord’s been knockin’ and the money’s all spent
ain’t no dolls in the junkyard, when you ask me that it rips through my heart
and the beautiful doll that I have in you won’t have her own like the other girls do
ain’t no dolls, in the junkyard
street lights, roll slow, cowboy songs, am radio
I can hear you from a deep sleep as you sing with Johnny Cash
do you remember what you found for me
on our last stop in the trash?
a broken doll from the junkyard
gently placed over my heart, and I woke with your laughs from my backseat bed
clutchin’ that doll with a fistful of thread
a broken doll from the junkyard, half a dress and missin’ one arm
and you asked if I mind if it ain’t new
said ‘Daddy I’m happy cause I know it’s from you’
a broken doll, from the junkyard
maybe someday you’ll recognize it, maybe one day, I’ll break through
but there’s a little lost girl still in the junkyard
and this little lost girl, still waitin’ for you
Oh everything fades, everything fades, everything fades,
everything fades everything fades
smoke rings, moving shadows, burning ashtray, rolled tobacco
I can smell you and I’m near you and this night seems just a dream
and I remember how you cared for me, though we never had much at all
just broken dolls from the junkyard, hopes and dreams always so far
how I wish we could drive just one last time
on an old country road where we just might find
a broken doll in the junkyard
