A man in a hotel in Reno
He gambled all night until his forearm was sore
And then he went with a woman who took him
And rolled him some more
Until the first rays of light
And I met a man, and he said he ran a junkyard

A waitress in eastern Nevada
Was serving out coffee to men all night long
Said she waits for the man who said
That he'd take her along
With the first rays of light
And I met a man, and he said he ran a junkyard

The hungry dogs of New Mexico
Are biting each others' backs to get home
And in the dry desert heat
They fight for the last piece of meat
Until the first rays of light
And I met a man, and he said he ran a junkyard

by Artie Traum, © Windstorm Music