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