Song: JunkyardBy: Zac Brown BandTabbed By: Jacob Stitzel-----------------------------Tune Half-Step Down to Match RecordingThis is how I play the intro/first verse when I play acoustic:Ame|-------0-------0-------0---------------| B|.------1-------1-------1--------------.| G|-----2---2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----| D|.-------------------------------------.| A|---0-------0-------0-------3---2-------| E|---------------------------------------|let the A and G strings ring.AmAnd I have lived in a junkyard, where the weeds eat up the rainAmYou get anything there, you are out of placeAmYou know there's hell to payF C GAnd say, "You're are sick, as you are lovelyF C GAnd in need of a hand"F C GHe tells me, you are never worthyF C F CBut I was just a child you see, that's my realityHe had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed with a breast plate made of metalShe drives all day in a rusty Buick, feet don't reach the pedalsGot a jar of flies, a fathers disguise, where his heart should beA mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes!And he says, "She's as sick, as she is lovelyand in need of my hand"He tells her, you are never worthyShe was all alone you see, that was her reality? yeahShoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming, but I wake up to broken glassWe want more, an empty desk, in my homeroom classI got an old bone pocket knife, tight in my right hand to save my poor mother, from thejunk yard man!And I say, "he's is sick he is not lovelyAnd in need of a hand"And he will know he's not worthyAs he dies alone you see, that's his realityI'm not sick, I am lovely, and hatred is the curse of man!And I will not feel unworthyCause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality
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