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