For those small town Oklahoma kids of the 70's like me:
Remember those days when it was all simpler...
living in the house that seemed huge then and tiny now
with the floor furnace that popped and hissed
and the window unit that fed the flower bed
while it shook the sill as it started
Remember that neighborhood, it was only a block
but there were miles and miles of friends and all were known
the back alleys were the highways for our bikes
with the dogs and the gardens and the other side of people
the only danger around was the occasional goat-head sticker
We rode on freedom with a banana seat
we rode for thousands of miles within that block
ramps of wood and bricks transformed us into Evil Knievel
yards full of sprinklers, clotheslines, trees and imagination
paving 1:64 scale roads in the dirt and and being the Dukes
School was bike rack, a tetherball, and H-O-R-S-E
walking there and running home to catch Batman
paper mache sculptures and Christmas plates
we learned the new metric system of the future
and found a million uses for red rubber balls
Remember cap guns, parachute soldiers and water rockets
riding in the back of the truck with the wood bed
remember those days when it was all simpler
living in the house with the brittle paint and the creaking floors
time moved slower back then
Remember those days when it was all simpler...
living in the house that seemed huge then and tiny now
with the floor furnace that popped and hissed
and the window unit that fed the flower bed
while it shook the sill as it started
Remember that neighborhood, it was only a block
but there were miles and miles of friends and all were known
the back alleys were the highways for our bikes
with the dogs and the gardens and the other side of people
the only danger around was the occasional goat-head sticker
We rode on freedom with a banana seat
we rode for thousands of miles within that block
ramps of wood and bricks transformed us into Evil Knievel
yards full of sprinklers, clotheslines, trees and imagination
paving 1:64 scale roads in the dirt and and being the Dukes
School was bike rack, a tetherball, and H-O-R-S-E
walking there and running home to catch Batman
paper mache sculptures and Christmas plates
we learned the new metric system of the future
and found a million uses for red rubber balls
Remember cap guns, parachute soldiers and water rockets
riding in the back of the truck with the wood bed
remember those days when it was all simpler
living in the house with the brittle paint and the creaking floors
time moved slower back then