The Rented Mules - Junk Wagon Lyrics

You may call it a junk wagon
But I call it history
Beaten, busted up and broken down
Kind of feels a lot like me

When I look I don't see faded paint
Or the nicks or the chips
To me this is a time machine
And I can't wait to take the trip

And it makes me think of simpler times
Back on the farm when I was a boy
And it's been so long since I felt this way
Doing something just for the joy

My grandfather had one of these
Sometimes we would ride around
Past his orchards past his fallow fields
And I wouldn't make a sound

Squeaky wheels and the horse's hooves
As they plod along the ground
To me these were a symphony
The greatest music ever found

Past my orchards past my fallow fields
Over the bridge over the creek
Turn around to see the sunset start
And now I'm finally at peace