Wheels Lyrics - Ghost In The Music - Nanci Griffith

He took a plane to New York city 

To chase his fortune on the wall street plan 

He is stranded in Manhattan 

But the southeast Texas coast still calls his name 

He said come on wheels, give up a ticket 

Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home 

Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache 

Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun 

There is no shelter for the lonely 

And the northeast women speak of a different tongue 

There are times he cries so loudly 

That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart 

He said come on wheels, give up a ticket 

Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home 

Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache 

Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun 

Northern harbor take care of my blue boy 

Let your city give him warmth for his hands 

He will be happy, his heart won't long for 

His home on the southeast Texas coast again