Zac Brown Band - Junkyard

      
 
 Capo 4 to match recording - I used a live recording (or tune town)
 
 Play the bass note out of Em and do a walk down like this
 during the verses:

 e----------------------------------
 D----------------------------------
 G----------------------------------
 D--2-2-2-2-2-2-----2-2-2-2-2-2-----
 A--2-2-2-2-2-2-----2-2-2-2-2-2-----
 E--0-0-0-0-0-0-3-2-0-0-0-0-0-0-3-2- 
 

 
 
 Em                                                             
 And I have lived in a junkyard, where the weeds eat up the rain
 Em                                          
 You get anything there, you are out of place
 Em                          
 You know there's hell to pay
           C          G                D     
 And say, "You're are sick, as you are lovely
 C      G         D    
 And in need of a hand"
 C            G             D     
 He tells me, you are never worthy
           C      G                     C        G 
 But I was just a child you see, that's my reality
 
 He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed with a breast plate made of metal
 She drives all day in a rusty Buick, feet don't reach the pedals
 Got a jar of flies, a fathers disguise, where his heart should be
 A mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes!
 And he says, "She's as sick, as she is lovely
 and in need of my help"
 He tells her, you are never worthy
 She was all alone you see, that was her reality yeah
 
 Shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming, but I wake up to broken glass
 We want more, an empty desk, in my homeroom class
 I got an old bone pocket knife, tight in my right hand to save my poor mother, from the junk yard man!
 And I say, "he's as sick as he is lovely
 And in need of a hand"
 And he will know he's not worthy
 Cause he will die alone you see, that's his reality
 
 I'm not sick, I am lovely, and hatred is the curse of man!
 And I will not feel unworthy
 Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality