The Great Salt Lake Lyrics

The Great Salt Lake lyrics

Back of the boat was painted wreckin' ball

There was country music playing, but he don't like it at all

And red fire poppin' on the rained-down woody

His whiskey bottle spillin' in a lake that's made of salt



And look out Michael, there's a note on the door 

Saying, "Everybody listen, you'll be the next Omaha"

Now, if you find yourself falling apart

Then I'm sure.. I could steer... the Great Salt Lake



And 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 

Then I'm sure.. I could steer... the Great Salt Lake



We're 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

If ever beat down, we know who we are

They know we all want more