Singles

  

Big Sandals

Written by: Martin Zellar

Lyrics


Grandpa’s telling his stories
About the good old days
Daisy picking
Purple Haze

He says back then music mattered
Way back then young folks cared
They used drugs for a reason
Love was shared

We were dwarfed by your shadow
Your sandals we couldn’t fill
So we cranked up Hot Blooded
Shot-gunned Old Mill
Yeah, we shot-gunned Old Mill

Grandpa says we’re all worthless
I’ll bet his dad said the same
He’s getting old, getting bitter
We ain’t to blame

As far as happening decades
I guess we drew the short straw
Don’t be so damned self-righteous
It was the luck of the draw

You dropped acid to Hendrix
We got drunk to The Cars
You protested a war
We played pinball in bars

We were dwarfed by your shadow
Your sandals we couldn’t fill
So we cranked up Hot Blooded
Shot-gunned Old Mill
Yeah, we shot-gunned Old Mill
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