Wheels

D I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE D G F I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS, AND MY BABY SHE’S LOOKIN’ FINE D Whistle blows, get out of jail. Still got grease under my nails. D G F I push the shifter up to third and pull away from the herd. D I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE D G F I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS, AND MY BABY SHE’S LOOKIN’ FINE D Streets are wet and the county dry. Moon is out like a late-nite pie. D G F Booze is flowing strong and clean. I see the lights of Palestine. D I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE D G F I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS, AND MY BABY SHE’S LOOKIN’ FINE D Drinks are cold and the joint is hot. Dancing girls give it all they got. D G F I let one blow my dice for luck. She says to me, “You know I like to cook!” D I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE D G F I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS, AND MY BABY SHE’S LOOKIN’ FINE D I put the fifty-one in gear. Crank it up, cause I GOT NO FEAR. D G F We drive around, and around the bend, till the sun comes up again. D I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE D G F I GOT WHEELS, WHEELS, AND MY BABY SHE’S LOOKIN’ FINE CHORUS OUT