Bullet Belt

Hey daddy, tell me 'bout the time you had to
Hey daddy, tell me 'bout the time you had to
Photo jump a smokin' pipe
Night made in concert in a Carolina parking lot
And you had to listen to recordings on a record player
And your piano had to plug into a little amplifier
Just to hear over the drums, hear over the drums
I can only hear the drums, I can only hear the drums
1969 To 1977
It was 8 years of heaven at the 7-11
Stayin' out all night
Kept our engines revvin'
And we never gave it up before dawn
Maybe I'm not that crazy
I'm just playin' with the hand I was dealt
Maybe I'm not that crazy
Just a chip off the old bullet belt
Hey mama, tell me 'bout the time that
You would sneak out of your window
And you'd meet up with your other friends to smoke your cigarettes
And blow the smoke into another girl's mouth
And how you drove across the country
With your stoner friends all in a van
And fill up all your mason jars with California sand
Your California sand, California sand
California, California, California sand
1969 To 1977
It was 8 years of heaven at the 7-11
Stayin' out all night
Kept our engines revvin'
And we never gave it up before dawn
Hair dyed black, a walkin' Marshall stack
We played all night shows behind the chicken shack
Sittin' back to back, we were a heart attack
Gave a finger to the cops on the lawn
Maybe I'm not that crazy
I'm just playin' with the hand I was dealt
Maybe I'm not that crazy
Just a chip off the old bullet belt
1969 To 1977
It was 8 years of heaven at the 7-11
Stayin' out all night
Kept our engines revvin'
And we never gave it up before dawn
Hair dyed black, a walkin' Marshall stack
We played all night shows behind the chicken shack
Sittin' back to back, we were a heart attack
Gave a finger to the cops on the lawn
Maybe I'm not that crazy
I'm just playin' with the hand I was dealt
Maybe I'm not that crazy
Just a chip off the old bullet belt