"American Pickers" Lyrics

Blow off the dust, leave the rust,
If there's a little diamond in the rough, they're gonna find it.
From Iowa to Tennessee
And every little dirt road in-between, they're gonna find it.

One man's trash is another man's treasure,
Here comes the American Pickers.

If there's a back and there's a sign
There's no doubt that Frank and Mike are gonna find it.
Danielle's back home tracking leads
Telling the boys where the good stuff is, they're gonna find it.

One man's trash is another man's treasure,
Here comes the American Pickers.

There they go
Yeah, every junk pile could be another pot of gold
There they go
In a big white van rollin' on down the road

On the wall, in the ground
Basement, attic, lyin' around, they're gonna find it
In the barn or in the shed
Don't really matter where it's hid, they're gonna find it

One man's trash is another man's treasure,
Here comes the American Pickers.
Yeah, one man's trash is another man's treasure,
Here comes the American Pickers.

Here they come