The Last Drive In Chris LeDoux

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