BB Guns And Dirt Bikes

Intro: (8-10-10-9-8-8)

We were ridin out with heads in the sky
                             We were ten and twelve and thirteen
                 We got BB guns and dirt bikes
                                  And heads full of crowded dreams

We always won in the hot suburban sun
                             We were kings of the west side track
                        These new kids over cross Slater Street
                                  Comin on like a heart attack

[Chorus]
[ Tab from: [bad word] /www [bad word] t/the-white-buffalo/368196.html ]
Mama says
           Where are ya going?
                               And when will you be comin home?
                     With my brother and my memory
                  I’ll bring my history home

Sealed with [bad word] and with pride through the streets we would ride
Over cracks in the dirt and weeds
We’d best be home by suppertime
Just in time to craft a scheme

If you’ve got my back heres the plan of attack
Listen up if you would boys please
We’ll hit these pussies round midnight
And roll off like a band of thieves

[Chorus]

                                       Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh

With quiverin eyes and our fear in disguise
We gathered all that would burn in the breeze
We hit the asphalt howlin like hellfire
Had no time to get weak in the knees

Under the cover of night when the timing was right
Like a furious army of three
We’d light up the sky like the fourth of July
And race home like it was a dream

And Mama yells
Where have ya been?
And where the hell are ya comin from?
With my brother and my memory
I’ll bring my victory home
With my brother and my memory
I’ll bring my history home

Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh ohhh oh ohhhhh oh oh oh ohhhh ohhh oh
Oh oh oh ohhh oh oh ohhhhh oh oh ohhhh oh oh oh