(Chris Hillman, Gram Parsons)
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We¡¯ve all got wheels to take ourselves away,
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We¡¯ve got telephones to say what we can¡¯t say.
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We get higher and higher every day,
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Come on wheels, take this boy away.
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We¡¯re not afraid to ride,
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We¡¯re not afraid to die.
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Come on, wheels, take me home today,
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Come on wheels, take this boy away.
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And when I feel my time is almost done
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And destiny is in my right hand,
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I turn to Him who made my life so strong.
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Come on, wheels, make this boy a man.
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We¡¯re not afraid to ride,
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We¡¯re not afraid to die.
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Come on, wheels, take me home today,
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Come on wheels, take this boy away.
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Oh, come on, wheels, this boy away.
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| Kinky Friedman |
