I've been dying to learn this song for many weeks and have been waiting
for someone else to submit it. Well, I finally gave up and tried it myself.
This is my first time at it. I know the chords aren't quite right, but close.
Hopefully this start will help someone else get them right.
"Wheels"
Hometown News
Album: Wheels
Capo 1st fret
[D]Strapped in his stroller seat,[A] little shoes on his little feet,
Mama [G]pushes him up the street, and he waves as the cars go by,
[D]And though he's too young to know,[A] he doesn't have much control,
He just [G]sets back and lets life roll, he's having fun and he don't know why.
CHORUS:
And his [D]wheels go a-r[A]ound, hear the [G]sound,
Of all the distance traveled, [D]to where we be-[A]gin and where we [G]end,
We're just rolling on our [D]wheels.
Eighteen and life's a bore, he knows there's gotta be more,
Than pushing brooms and mopping floors, he doesn't waste another day,
Downtown he finds a man, who signs him up for Uncle Sam,
At the time it seemed like a plan, and his mama cried as he drove away.
CHORUS
The last eighty years have flown, and now he's too old to live alone,
He wishes he could go back home, but he knows why,
His old legs are obsolete, but the nurse tells him that he's sweet,
She wheels him in when it's time to eat, and he really likes the rhubarb pie.
CHORUS
We're just rolling on our wheels.
for someone else to submit it. Well, I finally gave up and tried it myself.
This is my first time at it. I know the chords aren't quite right, but close.
Hopefully this start will help someone else get them right.
"Wheels"
Hometown News
Album: Wheels
Capo 1st fret
[D]Strapped in his stroller seat,[A] little shoes on his little feet,
Mama [G]pushes him up the street, and he waves as the cars go by,
[D]And though he's too young to know,[A] he doesn't have much control,
He just [G]sets back and lets life roll, he's having fun and he don't know why.
CHORUS:
And his [D]wheels go a-r[A]ound, hear the [G]sound,
Of all the distance traveled, [D]to where we be-[A]gin and where we [G]end,
We're just rolling on our [D]wheels.
Eighteen and life's a bore, he knows there's gotta be more,
Than pushing brooms and mopping floors, he doesn't waste another day,
Downtown he finds a man, who signs him up for Uncle Sam,
At the time it seemed like a plan, and his mama cried as he drove away.
CHORUS
The last eighty years have flown, and now he's too old to live alone,
He wishes he could go back home, but he knows why,
His old legs are obsolete, but the nurse tells him that he's sweet,
She wheels him in when it's time to eat, and he really likes the rhubarb pie.
CHORUS
We're just rolling on our wheels.
