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The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven
Baseball
If anything it should have been a better thing,
From underneath you
Staring at the ceiling
It's another world of chocolate bars 
And baseball
Old days
Good times I remember
Fun days
Filled with ship of pleasure

Drive-in movies
Comic books and blue jeans
Howdy Doody
Baseball cards
The angel rides with hunchbacked children, poison oozing from his engine 
Wieldin' love as a lethal weapon, on his way to hubcap heaven 
Baseball
fall down.
marigold.
fall sounds of rain.
why can't i go.
those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar.
and faster still
Fall down.
Marigold.
Fall sounds of rain.
Why can't I go.
Those days when spokes wound baseball cards tear hear them roar.
And faster still
last line of defense. 
You could sell your baseball cards just to pay your rent, yeah. 

I don't mind waiting if it takes a long, long time. 
And I
There was a maple tree in our front yard
When I was growin up, I'd climb up to the top
And watch my brother trading baseball cards
My Daddy
Baseball cards and matchbox-cars. 
Let's pretend that we are rock-stars. 
Let's build a ramp behind the house, 
And let's jump our bikes off
back pop a wheelie just like that - now ride
Baseball card stuck through the spokes just like summer with the folks 
Ride - ride the lemon peeler
Ride
But I sold it off 
At the baseball card convention 

I can't stand to see you, girl 
Rubbing motor oil on all your joints 
No, I ain't no straight
you go when you get out?
Do you hide in your room, away from dad
To revel in your baseball card collection

[Chorus]
Don’t be cruel, no, nah nah
Staubach in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my
of earring backs lost under someone's bed
And baseball cards and army men and model planes galore
And every tiny plastic high-heel Barbie ever wore

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Staubach in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my
chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing down the sidewalk, and he's only in his teens, 'cause
'cause small change got rained
Take me to a place where only happiness is all around. 
1986 is where we'd go, sit out side with all my best friends, fighting over baseball cards
Shootin' Dr Pepper cans
With your brand new red rider
That old foldout lawn chair
Makes the perfect x-wing fighter
Those no name baseball cards
skippin' rope in the street
The Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keeps
Momma said it's gettin'
Shootin' Dr. Pepper cans
With your brand new red ryder
That old folded lawn chair
Makes the perfect x-wing fighter
Those no-name baseball cards
rained on with his own thirty-eight

And his headstone's a gumball machine,
No more chewing gum or baseball cards or overcoats or dreams
Someone's hosing
G.I. Joe in your backyard
the neighborhood was covered in baseball cards
picture on the wall of the family
no need to ask which one is me

cause you
to the sandbox
And ask if they had space for just one more
Then play hide and seek along the banks of the creek
Buy baseball cards at the general store
But
in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my momma cried
in my back yard
Had a shoe box full of baseball cards
And a couple of Evel Knievel scars
On my right arm
I was a kid when Elvis died
And my momma cried