Wheels

WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE

WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE

Whistle blows, get out of jail

Still got grease under my nails

I push the shifter up to third

And pull away from the herd

WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE

WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE

Streets are wet and the county dry

Moon is out like a late-night pie

Booze is flowing strong and clean

I see the lights of Palestine

WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE

WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE

Drinks are cold and the joint is hot

Dancing girls give it all they got

I let one blow my dice for luck

She says to me, "You know I like to COOK"

WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE

WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE

I put the Fifty-One in gear

Crank it up 'cause I GOT NO FEAR

We drive around, and around the bend

Till the sun comes out again

WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE

WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE