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 how 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
Hear over the drums
I can only hear the drums
It was 1969 to 1977
It was 8 years
of heaven 'hind the 7 11
Stayin' out all night
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
oh no 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 you meet up with your other friends
and smoke your cigarettes
And blow the smoke into another girl's mouth
Whoa
And how you drove across the country
With your friends all in a van
To fill up all your mason jars
with the california sand
California sand california sand
California california california sand
It was 1969 to 1977
It was 8 years
of heaven 'hind the 7 11
Stayin' out all night
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 was 1969 to 1977
It was 8 years
of heaven 'hind the 7 11
Stayin' out all night
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