Trash and Treasure

Copyright 1980 Dana Clark


Jesse did his living on the side of a hill

Where you could almost hear the sunshine when the wind was still

He never worked a job he never wasted a day

He made his living saving things that people threw away


Broken down old bicycles he'd rescue and repair

He could patch a tattered hat he could mend a rocking chair

The shack that sheltered him held old stray cats and worn out shoes

And he could tell you why he didn't live like other people do


One man's trash is another man's treasure

One man's pain is another man's pleasure

Peace of mind just can't be measured

One man's trash is another man's treasure


Growing up in that small town I never once belonged

All the truth my heart could find the whole town said was wrong

Jesse found me in his wagon one day when he returned

I watched him working with his tools and that was how I learned


CHORUS: That one man's....


His weathered hands were busy 'til the very night he died

I reached down and gave his wrinkled face one last kiss goodbye

I took his wagon into town to carry on his dream

'Cause I knew just one of the many things that Jesse saved was me


CHORUS: One man's trash...


I knew just one of the many things Jesse saved was me...