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Wheels Within Wheels (Rory Gallagher) · Wheels Within Wheels (Rory Gallagher) · Wheels Within Wheels (Rory Gallagher) · Happy Holidays, Love Barney (Barney) · Barney Kessel (Barney Kessel) · I Love to Sing with Barney (Barney) · Stéphane Grappelli Meets Barney Kessel (Stéphane Grappelli) · Barney's Greatest Hits (Barney) · Music to Listen to Barney Kessel By (Barney Kessel) · This One's For Barney (Andrew Scott Quartet) – and 90 other albums »


Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung

oh oh oh oh oh

penny pitching on the walk
waiting for the bus to arrive
me and Davy
too short
The wheel has carried my far
Around this world 100 times
By bus, truck, train, bike , or car (???)
And just like the rest I roll on to my
drivin' these wheels, (today)

That face in the window, it's one I should know
But it's never been haloed by New England snow,
And the child 'cross
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that's when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel
We were headed home in Austin 
Caught pneumonia on the road
Taking it home to Connie and the kids
A wheel ran off and jumped a railroad 
Then ran
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress

One you-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus
We were headed home to Austin
Caught pneumonia on the road
Taking it home to Connie and the kids
A wheel ran off and jumped a railroad
Then ran
to dust
Let me run the wheels plumb up a Greyhound bus
You know I have been running these highways in this old rig for a long long time
And I have been
this valley,
Where the wheels turn so low
At dawn I pray, to the Lord of my soul
I say do Lord, do right by me
You know I'm tired of being lonesome
final
Write your name on the back of the bus seat vinyl
Sitting on the stool by the principles office
Gettin chewed out cut down cut up cut out run out
stop in it's place.
The bus came by and i got on, that's when it all began,
There was cowboy neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land.
final
Write your name on the back of the bus seat vinyl
Sitting on the stool by the principles office
Gettin chewed out cut down cut up cut out run out
to you
You know that I would
No money lines my pockets now
But by the spring you know that it should
Well I just can't wait to catch that greyhound bus
The expression on the face of
My sweet Lord

And back on the trail
By this time tomorrow
By foot, wheel, or sail
But this time no sorrow

Bus stop, ?
Next
28 days till I see you
I know it seems to long but listen
I gotta do what I gotta do
And the wheels on the bus go round
And it makes me wonder, what
the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
Oh I've been traveling on a boat and a plane 
In a car on a bike with a bus and a train 
Traveling there and traveling here 
Everywhere in every
[Kool Keith] 

Yeah! 

For the 2000 (2000) 

Black Elvis (Black Elvis) 

We get raw with this (hand me my guitar) 

Tour bus packed (tour
swing, then a school bus, 
Then a second hand Chevy and you're kickin' up dust 
It happens so fast, just like that 

[Chorus]
Oh the wheel keeps
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception Busta Bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular X to the Zizzle
That's what the fuck it is,
valley, where the wheels turn so low
At dawn I pray, to the Lord of my soul
I say do Lord, do right by me
I'm tired of being lonesome on'ry and mean
'Od
swing, then a school bus, 
Then a second hand Chevy and you're kickin' up dust 
It happens so fast, just like that 

[Chorus]
Oh the wheel keeps
Driving so slow you won't let me pass. Get outta' my way... AND I'LL GET OFF YOUR ASS!!! I tried to go by but you had to speed up, it's your own
a stop by the barber; you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on twelve, dinner for dos
We begin with a toast, end
filed, makeup made
We can shock South Beach, shake up Dade
In a drop top Phantom with the Drakov blades
I'm a stop by the barber, you can hit the shops