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I spent a lot of time when I was a kid,
Looking at the world from a tree.
My mama wasn¡¯t good to me,
And my daddy, well he¡¯s dead.
The tree became the only friend for me.
There was a family that lived next to me.
They had a boy just about my age.
Stricken to a wheelchair at the tender age of five.
Didn¡¯t seem to phase him as he chuckled
And told his mama to turn the page.
(Chorus) Junkyard Jesus did you well.
Livin¡¯ by the junkyard there¡¯s always much to see.
I saw a bum get killed the other day.
Some thug took a life from a man all out of money.
Not like he had a whole lot to live for anyway.
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Hey mister, mister¡ what¡¯s your destiny?
I hear you carry all your faith in five¡¯s and ten¡¯s.
Let the chips fall where they may,
It don¡¯t matter anyway.
Cuz¡¯ you¡¯ll be crawling back from the ashes of your sins.
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