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