Bullet Belt (feat. Butch Walker) - Shovels & Rope, Butch Walker

Hey Daddy tell me 'bout the time you had to go to jail for smokin' pot

An Iron Maiden concert in a Carolina parking lot

Whoa

And when you had to listen to recordings on a record player

And your band all 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.

Well 1969 to 1977

It was 8 years of heaven 'hind the 7−11

Stayin' out all night

While we kept our engines revvin'

And we’d never make it home before dawn…

Maybe…

I’m not that crazy

I’m just playing with the hand I was dealt

Maybe…

I’m not that crazy

I’m just a chip off the ol' bullet belt.

Hey momma tell me bout the time you would sneak out of your window

And meet up with your other friends and smoke your cigarettes

And blow the smoke into another girl’s mouth

Whoa

And when you drove across the country

With your stoner friends all in a van

To fill up all your mason jars with the California sand

California sand, California sand

California, California, California sand

Well 1969 to 1977

It was 8 years of heaven 'hind the 7−11

Stayin' out all night

While we kept our engines revvin'

And we’d never make it home before dawn…

Hair dyed black,

A walking marshall stack

We’d play all night shows behind the chicken shack

Sittin' back to back,

We were a heart attack'

Givin' the 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

I’m just a chip off the ol' bullet belt

Well 1969 to 1977

It was 8 years of heaven 'hind the 7−11

Stayin' out all night

While we kept our engines revvin'

And we’d never make it home before dawn…

Hair dyed black,

A walking marshall stack

We’d play all night shows behind the chicken shack

Sittin' back to back,

We were a heart attack'

Givin' the 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

I’m just a chip off the ol' bullet belt