1969 Lyrics

Out on the old pictou road

We're all set up we're ready to go

It's Saturday night we're stepping on over the Line

It feels like it's nineteen sixty nine

Running scared out of control

A firebird takes on a camaro

We Set em up side by side

It feels like it's nineteen sixty nine

Engines knock a tire blows

Iggy and the stooges on the eight track radio

A quarter mile a twelve second time

It feels like it's nineteen sixty nine

Shots ring out on the finish line

I saw you there dancing in the headlights

We tried to run yeah we tried to hide

And It feels like it's nineteen sixty nine

I was blinded by the light

I was blinded by the chrome

A bruised ego makes for a long walk home

I remember back when you were mine

This sure ain't nineteen sixty nine

Shots ring out on the finish line

I saw you there dancing in the headlights

We tried to run yeah we tried to hide

And It feels like it's nineteen sixty nine

And It feels like it's nineteen sixty nine