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...