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G Caravan of C yellow wire, G and crawling across the D plains
G Rolling along in a C single file, G like a slow moving C train
G It rumbled down C out of the mist, G into the early morning D light
G Said they stay 'til the C job was finished, G if it took them 'til
C midnight
G There were cats & scrapers all C caterpillars, G packed up by mile
high D crane
G And it looked like monsters from C the old b movies, G the drive-ins
use to C play
And we'd sang G good bye Saturday C under the stars
G Wake up little Suzy in my daddy's D car
G So many memories got C lost and found
G When a piece of history C hit the ground
G The day they tore the C last drive-in G down
G Memories thick as the C smoke clouds they made, G man and machine
became D one
G Boards snapped like toothpicks C on their blades, G but to us it
sounded like C guns
G Cowboys, soldiers, C gangsters, and thieves, G James Bond and his
golden D girls
G Well you could sit in your car and C never turn the key, and go G
half way around the C world
G And it stood like a landmark for C forty years, we never G thought
we'd live to D see
G It fall it to the ground and then just C disappear, like G so many
childhood C dreams
(repeat chorus)
bridge:
G 1 strum} A lot of the drivers had tears in their C 1 strum} eyes, G 1
strum} but I don't think it was just the C 1 strum} dust
G 1 strum} See I still believe there's a little piece of C 1 strum} that
old drive-in left in all of G 1 strum} us
G Nobody moved through what C seemed like hours, and slow G motion it
came tumbling D down
G We just stood there with a taste of metal in our C mouths and a G
silence all C around
The day they tore the D 1 strum} last drive-in G 1 strum} down
(repeat chorus)
Written by John Grubb/Kim Tribble