Lyrics:
Now as the wheel of life turns faster
Now as the seasons seem to fly
I see so many things at last, but didn't see the time go by
I've known
The strap that holds the cart in rein
Has been let loose by wearing thin
By wearing thin, by biting through
The shift in power leans to you
Well, I built me a raft and she's ready for floatin'
Ol' Mississippi, she's callin' my name
Catfish are jumpin'
That paddle wheel thumpin'
Black
strolling by.
I'm gonna be a wheel one day, I'm gonna be somebody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want you.
I'm gonna be a wheel one day, I'm
There is an independent book store
The last one that remained
All the othres you might look for
Have been eaten by the chains
The soldier on
On one
strolling by.
I'm gonna be a wheel one day, I'm gonna be somebody
I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want you.
I'm gonna be a wheel one day, I'm
of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
As the daylight
Behind the wheel against the road next to you
The central coast
The central thought within my mind
Is how to stay within these lines
But still
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man
She may have been learning how to crawl
break
But I'm gonna take the wheel
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man
She may have been learning how to crawl
of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes, it sure has been a long, hard climb
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
As the daylight
Coltrane and her cosmic strains
Still no vocal on blue black horizons
Your plasticity is tested by a formless assault
The sun can answer questions in
Oh, them big wheels are turning, goin' somewhere (somewhere)
And they're carryin' her away from my side
Yes I cried, thought I'd die
Love was
When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
(Bryan/Mills)
By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red
sir
That wheel inside the wheel a half a mile in circumference
It's the return of the Mahdi, it's the return of the Akhis
It's the return of lost
get yours, get yours by any means
You can steer that wheel, hit the gas and go
Get yours, get yours, get yours by any means
You can fuck my bitch,
A cop was shot in the head by a 10 year old kid named Buddah in
Central Park last week
The fathers are lined up by
the coffins by the Statue of Bigotry
And as the towns go rollin' by
I can almost smell the wind blow through the pines
And they'll all be out to meet me
Cause there's no place where they treat you
High in a tree on the top of the hill
By the light of the lonesome old moon
I hear the call of a lone whippoorwill
Singing his mournful tune
Another big wheel turning
As di big wheel coming, oh God
Now Jack is the mack and he comes around every Monday
All Tuesday and Wednesday
Every
constricted, on my soul that they call
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now
call and pop out
Merc a beast, my wheels are rusty
Pull up and skeet, same colour as honey
Going light speed, blue like Hudson
Thumbin' the key, I'm
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
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