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Backyard Babies Roads

turn back the time I don't want to follow the line Because life is a road that is winding and dark But i swear 'cross my heart so are you Life is a road

to turn back the time I don't want to follow the line Because life is a road that is winding and dark But i swear 'cross my heart so are you Life is a road

Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engine Tuning up for Saturday night Be a dirt track mogul Racing round the oval Passing everything in sight

and a kid kvetches I'm ridin' on a road that stretches over the border to america Over the border to america (intro) I got nothin' but lonesome time a backyard

knew Tumbling backwards, my love Heavenly creatures, too much Everything changes, they say Fresh as a daisy, some day Take a lone road trip, good fit, ain't it? Send me a postcard, backyard

Get the baby and the bath water pack it up Get the truck in the backyard and back it up It's burnin' down Tie it off with a little piece of clothes line

to the lord and asked him why He gave him a son like this Father couldnc?? realise And that really made me blue Going down on the road to paradise

I was always in the mix, too young for sticks Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the summertime Backyard barbecues

Mama's in the kitchen bakin' up a pie Daddy's in the backyard Get a job, son You know you ought to try I packed up my bag, I headed down the road I got