Caravan of yellow wire and crawling across the plains Rolling along in a single file like a slow moving train It rumbled down out of the mist into the early morning light Said they stay till the job was finished if it took them till midnight There were cats and scrapers All caterpillars packed up by milehigh crane And it looked like monsters From the old Bmovies the driveins use to play And wed sang, Goodbye Saturday under the stars Wake up little Suzy, in my daddys car So many memories got lost and found When a piece of history hit the ground The day they tore the last drivein down Memories thick as the smoke clouds they made Man and machine became one Boards snapped like toothpicks on their blades But to us it sounded like guns Cowboys, soldiers, gangsters and thieves James Bond and his golden girls Well, you could sit in your car and never turn the key And go half way around the world And it stood like a landmark for forty years We never thought wed live to see It fall it to the ground and then just disappear Like so many childhood dreamsv And wed sang, goodbye A lot of the drivers had tears in their eyes But I dont think it was just the dust See, I still believe theres a little piece of that old drivein left in all of us Nobody moved through what seemed like hours and slow motion It came tumbling down We just stood there with a taste of metal in our mouths And a silence all around The day they tore the last drivein down And wed sang goodbye
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