WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE
WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE
Whistle blows, get out of jail
Still got grease under my nails
I push the shifter up to third
And pull away from the herd
WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE
WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE
Streets are wet and the county dry
Moon is out like a late-night pie
Booze is flowing strong and clean
I see the lights of Palestine
WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE
WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE
Drinks are cold and the joint is hot
Dancing girls give it all they got
I let one blow my dice for luck
She says to me, "You know I like to COOK"
WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE
WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE
I put the Fifty-One in gear
Crank it up 'cause I GOT NO FEAR
We drive around, and around the bend
Till the sun comes out again
WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE
WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE