At the dump I found some real good boards
Some two by sixes, some two by fours
And some rusty nails in an old tin can
Gonna build a house with my own two hands

At the dump somebody threw away
An old radio, I think it still plays
And a calculator I think I can fix
That’s missing a six

And all these things I’ll treasure, my dear
At least as long as I am here
But someday I’ll move on and leave them behind
For somebody else to find

He wrote you a letter when you were fifteen
It’s in the bottom of a drawer beneath some old magazines
And now no matter where you go or who you might turn into
Someone was thinking of you

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It’s not much to look at, this house that I built
The roof kind of sags, the floor’s on a tilt
But I’m counting my blessings on this adding machine
If they add up to six, I’ll start over again

At the dump I found a half bottle of wine
Gonna drink it down by the old salt mines
With a friend I had when I was ten
If I ever see him again