It was the ninth house down on a county road a single wide but a place to go
A run down shack in the back of my fathers land
It was Grey and blue with a shitty view
1 fridge in the living room
2 bedrooms 1 bed, does that sound right to you
But on a Saturday night you bet it would be alright
We'd raise hell until the morning
Play guitar till our fingers bled
Drank every single beer, we could sneak here
It was our great escape in a lawless time
A place to hide till next time
Somewhere we all knew that we'd be fine
Here's to the all night longs, the battle songs and all
Cheers to the memories at #9
Fullers drinking millers, while Russ keeps pouring' shots, Hobbs is passed out on the floor by 12 o'clock
Babs is drinking Malibu, you never know what we will do, when the drinks flow you never know what we'll get ourselves into
And we'd raise hell until the morning
Play guitar till our fingers bled
Drank every single beer, we could sneak here
It was our great escape in a lawless time
A place to hide till next time
Somewhere we all knew that we'd be fine
Here's to the all night longs, the battle songs and all
Cheers to the memories at #9
We still go now and then when we're all in town again
We can't do it like back then but we still remember when
We'd raise hell until the morning
Play guitar till our fingers bled
Now we Drink every single beer, we can buy and bring up here
It's our great escape in a lawless time
A place to hide till we say goodbye
Somewhere we all know that we'll be fine
Here's To the all night longs, the battle songs and all
Maybe we can keep these memories all life long
Cheers to the good times at #9