Baseball cards, matchbox cars, Air Force ones and men from Mars.
Electric fans fill up the vans with bikes and coolers for changing hands.
Books aplenty sell 40 for twenty, hoping to find one that will make him some money.
She fills cart after cart soon to depart for a shop in Ghana, a gift from her heart.
Athletic shoes, guitars for the blues, so many treasures makes it hard to choose.
Antique chairs and kitschy wares, orange tag Levi’s and big teddy bears.
There’s lots of trash that can drain your cash, for sale by the pound to stock the cache.
Old bomber jackets, wooden tennis rackets, sometimes it’s a gamble if you can hack it.
The bin digger life is not one for all
Bin diggin requires gloves and some gall
An eye for the future, while buying the past
The bin digger fortune does not come fast.
Collectible toys give some diggers joy, sell fast to a boy in Time, Illinois.
Elvis books, pots and pans for cooks, Carhartts and Tommy for streetwear looks.
Ball signed by Ryan, foreman grills frying, snowboards and bindings and helmets for trying.
Wire by the reel, lamb skin for feel, knackerd old speakers thrown in on the deal.
Bin Digger pays buck thirty nine a pound
Sometimes he turns it for ten times compound
Sails blue boats bin life underground.
Choruses a couple times