Songtext von Wheels

He took a plane to New York City To chase his fortune on the Wall Street plan Now he is stranded in Manhattan Yet the Southeast Texas coast still calls his name He said come on wheels, give up a ticket Hello thunder, won't you roll him home Oh, a needle and thread could mend his heartache Old Moon give way to the day and hand him the Sun There is no shelter for the lonely And the Northeast women speak of a different tongue There are days he cries so loudly That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart He said come on wheels, give up a ticket Hello thunder, won't you roll him home Oh, a needle and thread could mend his heartache Old Moon give way to the day and hand him the Sun There is no shelter for the lonely And the Northeast women speak of a different tongue There are days he cries so loudly That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart Northern harbor take care of my blue boy Let your city give him warmth for his hands He will be happy, his heart won't long for His home on the Southeast Texas coast again He said come on wheels, give up a ticket Hello thunder, won't you roll him home Oh, a needle and thread could mend his heartache Old Moon give way to the day and hand him the Sun There is no shelter for the lonely And the Northeast women speak of a different tongue There are days he cries so loudly That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart