Saturday, April 18, 2015

Classic songs are spawned by everyday experiences. Chris Hillman and Gram Parsons shared a house in California. Gram came home one day with a few scrapes after dumping his motorcycle. They stared talking about it and wrote this song. 


Wheels
Chris Hillman, Gram Parsons

We've all got wheels to take ourselves away
We've got telephones to say what we can't say
We've all got higher and higher every day
Come on, wheels, take this boy away

We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
So come on, wheels, take me home today
Come on, wheels, take this boy away

Now when I feel that my time is almost up
And destiny is in my right hand
I'll turn to him who made my fate so strong
Come on, wheels, make this boy a man

We're not afraid to ride
We're not afraid to die
Come on, wheels, take me home today
Come on, wheels, take this boy away
Come on, wheels, take this boy away




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