Date: 8/20/99; 1:51:58 PM
From: GBSEVENC@aol.com
Subject: THE LAST DRIVE IN // Chris LeDoux

THE LAST DRIVE-IN
By. Chris LeDoux

{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)