Lyrics:
a ridin' them blind passengers way down the road
I've been a ridin' them dead ends and flat wheelers kickin' up cinders
I've been a havin' some hard
ho, let some time go, chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind go
Over a convo about dough? Nothing
Man, the four-wheelers look so good
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop sign
And eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime
There are three
eighteen-wheeler with the reefer trailer
I don't get a load in, I'ma send a load, bitch
Had to strong arm to the judge up in court, bitch
Ding-dong, push button
And a funny story is
At four he taught his self how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that
Isn't that special?
But, I noticed a change in him when me and my
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire Lake
And a funny story is
At four he taught his self how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that
Isn't that special?
But, I noticed a change in him when me and my
a thing
Getting money, rocking chains
You'll never feel the same, We the? in the game
I don't never feel pain
18 wheeler, gorillas
Black with gold
Took a look down a westbound road, right away I made my choice
Headed out to my big two-wheeler I was tired of my own voice
Took a bead
DON'T GO
(Oney Wheeler)
« © '63 Glad Music »
WITH MELBA MONTGOMERY
As I sat at home with my troubles today
I was tempted to walk the wrong way
I
THERE'S A FRIEND IN THE WAY
(Oney Wheeler)
« © '63 Glad Music »
WITH MELBA MONTGOMERY
We can explain this one too clearly cause he's known he's
ho, let some time go, chill
What you know about a bongo having her mind go
Over a convo about dough? Nothing
Man, the four-wheelers look so good
That big eight wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true lovin' Daddy ain't comin' back
Because I'm movin' on
I'll soon be gone
You where
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls
That driver never ever saw the stop sign
And eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime
There are three
Casey Jones
Come all you rounders
If you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones
Was the rounders name
On the big six wheeler
Casey Jones
Come all you rounders
If you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones
Was the rounders name
On the big six wheeler
Billy Edd Wheeler
I know I'll never meet another hunk o' woman like my Ann. She makes me feel like a great big man.
I'm gonna go tell her mama what
Ladies and gentlemen
Boy and girls
Cowboys and indians
Please welcome Ms. Emmylou Harris and The Hot Band
Well that big eight-wheeler, movin'
That big eight wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
Cause I'm movin' on I'll soon be gone
You were flyin'
stealer, crime rhyme dealer
Rap king pin, L.A. big-wheeler
Got a posse so strong they could lift a tank, rob a bank
But now we steal shows the cops say
A long night, what a long night it has been
The wheelers and the dealers, they win
I've tasted the 90-proof gin and chased it away with the blues
I
Come all you rounders if you want to hear the story about a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the roller's name on a 68 wheeler course he won his fame
That big eight-wheeler, rollin' down the track
Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
Cause I'm movin'on, I'll soon be gone
You were
Who's gonna ride that chrome three wheeler
Who's gonna make that first mistake
Who wants to wear those gypsy leathers
All the way to Fire Lake
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