Light-hearted guitar and harmonica jam about the philosophical aspects of being a garbageman.
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Story behind the song
This song is a response to a derogatory racist joke about a garbageman someone told me a long time ago. We're all garbagemen by this account, so there you go.
Lyrics
This song is a response to a derogatory racist joke about a garbageman someone told me a long time ago. We're all garbagemen by this account, so there you go.
Lyrics
I'm a garbageman
of this land
look at my hand
I was played by Martin Sheen
on this wide screen
Well you ought to know by now
I keep my trucks on track
I guide 'em with my yell
"Come on Back"
Well it ain't no technical technology
it's no pseudomorphological idealogy
I'm just a bonified
rectified
and cert'em'fied
Garbageman, American
"Come on Back"
won't you "Come on Back" now
you know we're made of
the White and the Black, I know
you just take your hands
and you help pick up the pieces
of the dreams
and the memories
I make the rounds
I muscle pounds
all over town
I've seen broken hearts
and wedding rings
thrown in the bins
well I'd put 'em in my pocket
if I thought they'd bring me profit
but the love is gone
so throw 'em in
"Come on Back"
won't you "Come on Back" now
God knows we're made of
the White and the Black, I know
you just take your heart
and you help pick up the pieces
of the dreams
and the memories
"Come on Back"
won't you "Come on Back" now
God knows we're made of
the White and the Black, I know
you just take your heart
and you help pick up the pieces
of the dreams
and the memories
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The chord progression is:
G / C / Am / D
G / C / D / G
G / C / Am / Am
G / C / D / G
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