Shooting the Drag Lyrics

Hot Summer nights down on the strip

We had nothing but time

Way Too cool to be hip

Trying to get a grip on My teenage mind

We come From industrial cape Breton

The Sons and daughters of the mines

We were flying too close to heaven

Every Saturday night

From old kings road we'd cruise downtown to see the girls on charlotte street

They'd come from miles around

They'd walk up and down in their painted on jeans

A slip of the tongue

We had to run

Billy lost a half ounce of weed

Two broken ribs and a bloody nose

That Chevy was no match for that oak tree

Oh When we'd get to the end

We'd Cruise back down and round again

I'd pick up all of my friends

And make those big ol back wheels spin

An old bottle of hermit

In a brown paper bag

I thought We could make it

We zigged we should've zagged

I was going to meet my maker

We were shooting the drag

Shooting the drag

Shooting the drag

We were shooting the drag

Now it's two am

I can't sleep I'm staring down at my telephone

I drove by your house

The lights were on but you were gone no one was home

Those good old days

It looks like they've checked out packed it in and they've moved on

Gone without a trace lost in the race it's a Teenage Babylon

Oh When we'd get to the end

We'd Cruise back down and round again

I'd pick up all of my friends

And Make those big ol back wheels spin

An old bottle of hermit

In a brown paper bag

I thought We could make it we zigged we should've zagged

I was going to meet my maker

We were shooting the drag

We were shooting the drag

We were shooting the drag

Shooting the drag

We were shooting the drag