"Wheels" 
words by Tomas Glass and Chris Knudson 
music by Chris Knudson 
©Tathata Music (ASCAP) 

CHORUS 
I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE 
I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE’S LOOKIN’/FEELIN’ 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. 

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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. 

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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.” 

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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. 

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