Song | The Last Drive-In |
Artist | Chris LeDoux |
Album | Western Underground |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Grubb, Tribble | |
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 mile high crane | |
And it looked like monsters from the old b movies the drive-ins use to play | |
And we'd sang goodbye Saturday under the stars | |
Wake up little Suzy in my daddy's car | |
So many memories got lost and found | |
When a piece of history hit the ground | |
The day they tore the last drive-in 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 we'd live to see | |
It fall it to the ground and then just disappear like so many childhood dreams | |
And we'd sang goodbye... | |
A lot of the drivers had tears in their eyes but I don't think it was just the dust | |
See I still believe there's a little piece of that old drive-in 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 drive-in down | |
And we'd sang goodbye... |
zuo ci : Grubb, Tribble | |
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 mile high crane | |
And it looked like monsters from the old b movies the driveins use to play | |
And we' d sang goodbye Saturday under the stars | |
Wake up little Suzy in my daddy' s 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 we' d live to see | |
It fall it to the ground and then just disappear like so many childhood dreams | |
And we' d sang goodbye... | |
A lot of the drivers had tears in their eyes but I don' t think it was just the dust | |
See I still believe there' s 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 we' d sang goodbye... |
zuò cí : Grubb, Tribble | |
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 mile high crane | |
And it looked like monsters from the old b movies the driveins use to play | |
And we' d sang goodbye Saturday under the stars | |
Wake up little Suzy in my daddy' s 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 we' d live to see | |
It fall it to the ground and then just disappear like so many childhood dreams | |
And we' d sang goodbye... | |
A lot of the drivers had tears in their eyes but I don' t think it was just the dust | |
See I still believe there' s 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 we' d sang goodbye... |