[Verse 1] There's a rusted gate outside Sioux Falls A yard full of engines and old U-Hauls Coffee in a mug gone cold again A shotgun leaning by the workbench The world keeps spinning off its rails Monsters hiding behind fairy tales And every road seems to find its way Back to Bobby at the end of the day [Chorus] He's a salvage yard saint with grease on his hands Holding together what nobody can A phone full of hunters and a head full of lore The first one you call when you're losing the war He's called us ijitz more than once And Lord, he wasn't wrong When everything's falling to pieces He's the reason you keep hanging on Not all heroes wear halos and wings Some wear flannel and answer when it rings [Verse 2] He knows every symbol and every old book Can tell what you're fighting with one hard look He's patched up hunters and fixed old cars And carried more scars than the midnight stars The Winchesters rolled in a thousand times Dragging trouble across state lines He'd shake his head and mutter "ijitz" Then save their hides again Every busted hunt and every bad plan Somehow landed right back in his hands And no matter how many messes they made He never walked away [Chorus] He's a salvage yard saint with grease on his hands Holding together what nobody can A phone full of hunters and a head full of lore The first one you call when you're losing the war He's called us ijitz more than once And Lord, he wasn't wrong When everything's falling to pieces He's the reason you keep hanging on Not all heroes wear halos and wings Some wear flannel and answer when it rings [Bridge] The phones stopped ringing The clues ran dry The whole thing hit a wall Bobby stared at all the evidence Spread across the room Another dead end Another missing piece Another thing gone wrong He slammed his hand down on the table And yelled... "BALLS!" The windows rattled The hunters jumped The coffee nearly hit the floor Then he grabbed another book and growled "Alright, let's try this one more." The room got moving The hunt rolled on Nobody dared complain 'Cause when Bobby shouted "BALLS!" like that You knew the case had changed [Verse 3] Late at night when the yard goes still The moon hangs over the hill You can almost hear that gravel voice Giving somebody a choice Stand your ground Do what's right Help the people who can't fight And don't waste time feeling sorry for yourself The kind of man this world forgets Till everything falls apart Then everybody remembers Who carried the biggest heart [Final Chorus] He's a salvage yard saint with grease on his hands Holding together what nobody can A phone full of hunters and a head full of lore The first one you call when you're losing the war He's called us ijits more than once And Lord, he wasn't wrong When everything's falling to pieces He's the reason you keep hanging on He fought for family, he fought for friends And he'd do it all over again Not all heroes wear halos and wings Some wear flannel and answer when it rings [Outro] The old yard's quiet now But the stories remain Every hunter knows his number Even when they can't call it anymore The road goes on... The fight goes on... And somewhere in the back of your mind You can still hear him saying... "ijitz."
