Back of the boat was painted "Wrecking Ball"
There was country music playing
But he don't like it at all
And red fire popping on the rained-down woody
There was whiskey bottle spilling in a lake that's made of salt
Look out Michael, well there's a note on the door
Saying, "Everybody listen, we'll be the next Omaha"
Now if you find yourself falling apart
Then I'm sure I could steer
The Great Salt Lake
Falling apart
And I'm sure I could steer
The Great Salt Lake
Your old man was but a wishing machine
It's time that you could spare
Now he's getting old
When Billy Lorett had found a 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
The Great Salt Lake
Following home
We want more
Following home
We all want more
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They know we all want more, oh-oh
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They know we all want more
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh