Nanci Griffith – Wheels (Guitar)

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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, oh

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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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He said come on wheels, give up a ticket, oh

       G                          F#7
Hello thunder, won't you roll him home

                Bm                     A
Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache

    G                    F#                   Bm
Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun

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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

                         A
He said come on wheels, give up a ticket, oh

      G                           F#7
Hello thunder, won't you roll him home

                Bm                    A
Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache

    G                    F#                   Bm
Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun

          Bm                A
There are days he cries so loudly

          G                  F#               Bm
That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart