Martin Zellar - Big Sandals 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 d** 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