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Back of the boat was painted wreckin' ball There was country music playin' but he don't like it all And red fire poppin' on the rained down woody There was whiskey bottle spillin' and a lake it was made of sa-aa-aalt Well look out back well there's a note on the door it sayin', “Everybody listen we'll be the next on the hull” Now, if you find yourself fallin' apart Then I'm sure... I could steer... ooh, The Great Salt Lake Well if you find yourself falling apart Then I'm sure... I could steer... ooh, The Great Salt Lake Your old man was but a wishing machine It's time that you could spin Now that he is getting o-o-old When Billy Lorett had found the watering hole It's a place to lay yourself, or the heads of coyote Now if you find yourself falling apart, Well I'm sure... I could steer... ooh, The Great Salt Lake Follow me home We want more Follow me home We all want one If every beat down We know who we are They know we all want one oh-oh If every beat down We know who we are They know we all want one oh-oh-oh-oh |