(Z. Muth)
I was a junk store queen, you were the king of the rusty old machine True grit and time on our hands Basement apartment we carried everything worth anything wherever we went It was not much, it did not weigh us down I fell in love with the road and the racket You fell in love with a rich girl who took off packinâ Now youâre back with a real job and what the clean-cut folks call a real life And Iâm laughing just to keep the tears from my eyes
What now? You just come back to impress me? Show up in your two-ton truck and turn the key Of that four-by-four with the double doors That you paid too much for
Chorus: But itâs just a little too shiny for me Yeah itâs just a little too shiny for me Too shiny for me
You ainât haulinâ horses, you ainât haulinâ hay
You just haul your heart down to the bar at the end of every working day Hard work and a heart thatâs true, no one would know half as well as you do That good luck and good timing donât make a good man out of you Thereâs gotta be something else to get you through
And now, you donât have to come back and impress me This whole world is your diamond, and babe youâre just chippinâ away Fillinâ up holes with glitter and gold And all the things you paid for with the dreams that you sold
Chorus: But itâs all just a little too shiny for me Yeah itâs all just a little too shiny for me Itâs all just a little too shiny for me Too shiny for me