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