| Song | Another Man's Gold |
| Artist | Dean Brody |
| Album | Crop Circles |
| I was watchin’ cartoons on a Saturday morning | |
| And I heard daddy start the truck | |
| I came runnin’ from the house and waved him down | |
| Cause he was makin’ a run to the dump | |
| We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones | |
| Take a little walk around | |
| I’ll never forget what my daddy said | |
| The day we pulled that bike from the ground | |
| He said one man’s trash is another man’s gold | |
| If it’s thrown away it’s free to take | |
| A little oil she’ll be good to go | |
| So I rode that bicycle home | |
| Thumbs up, daddy honkin’ on the horn | |
| I got my first job workin’ on a dairy farm | |
| Drivin’ tractor and bailin’ hay | |
| I’d have to circle around a bog in the ground | |
| Where sat an old Mustang ‘58 | |
| One evenin’ I asked that farmer | |
| Why that car was just wastin’ away | |
| He said you can have it for free it don’t mean nothin’ to me | |
| And I couldn’t help but think | |
| One man’s trash is another man’s gold | |
| What someone will throw away is a crying shame | |
| So I towed that Mustang home | |
| Till she could be restored | |
| I got that engine to roar | |
| And boy did that engine roar | |
| It was an awkward blind date we met at a park | |
| She had her little girl taggin’ along | |
| A beautiful smile hadn’t been out in a while | |
| She was a hard working single mom | |
| In time I learned he’d left her | |
| He said “I’m just way too young | |
| To be having a kid, I’m not ready for this | |
| If you keep it I’m good as gone” | |
| He never looked back as she watched him go | |
| She stood there crying in the rain till one January day | |
| She had a beautiful baby girl | |
| Tonight I tuck her in and read her stories | |
| And hold her mama while the sunset glows | |
| My two arms full of this man’s gold | |
| What some men will throw away is a crying shame | |
| Those girls make our house a home | |
| Yeah my cup overflows | |
| With this man’s gold | |
| This man’s gold |
| I was watchin' cartoons on a Saturday morning | |
| And I heard daddy start the truck | |
| I came runnin' from the house and waved him down | |
| Cause he was makin' a run to the dump | |
| We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones | |
| Take a little walk around | |
| I' ll never forget what my daddy said | |
| The day we pulled that bike from the ground | |
| He said one man' s trash is another man' s gold | |
| If it' s thrown away it' s free to take | |
| A little oil she' ll be good to go | |
| So I rode that bicycle home | |
| Thumbs up, daddy honkin' on the horn | |
| I got my first job workin' on a dairy farm | |
| Drivin' tractor and bailin' hay | |
| I' d have to circle around a bog in the ground | |
| Where sat an old Mustang ' 58 | |
| One evenin' I asked that farmer | |
| Why that car was just wastin' away | |
| He said you can have it for free it don' t mean nothin' to me | |
| And I couldn' t help but think | |
| One man' s trash is another man' s gold | |
| What someone will throw away is a crying shame | |
| So I towed that Mustang home | |
| Till she could be restored | |
| I got that engine to roar | |
| And boy did that engine roar | |
| It was an awkward blind date we met at a park | |
| She had her little girl taggin' along | |
| A beautiful smile hadn' t been out in a while | |
| She was a hard working single mom | |
| In time I learned he' d left her | |
| He said " I' m just way too young | |
| To be having a kid, I' m not ready for this | |
| If you keep it I' m good as gone" | |
| He never looked back as she watched him go | |
| She stood there crying in the rain till one January day | |
| She had a beautiful baby girl | |
| Tonight I tuck her in and read her stories | |
| And hold her mama while the sunset glows | |
| My two arms full of this man' s gold | |
| What some men will throw away is a crying shame | |
| Those girls make our house a home | |
| Yeah my cup overflows | |
| With this man' s gold | |
| This man' s gold |