I?M NOT DRIVIN? THESE WHEELS - Nanci Griffith
(from Once in a Very Blue Moon)
Capo: 1st fret
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>From Boston to Southshore on the back of the bus
It's the last winter storm of the season and such
And I'm lost to the fiction of the book in my lap
The snow makes me drowsy while the dreams roll and tumble
And it's a long way to Texas it's a long way back home
and it's a three hour flight on the plane when I go
away from the snow from Boston to Southshore
Where the dreams roll and tumble and bring the prose to the wheel
CHORUS
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin these wheels
I'm not drivin these wheels
Bring the prose to the wheel
I'm not drivin these wheels
I'm not drivin these wheels
And that face in the window is one I should know
But it's never been haloed by New England snow
And the child across the aisle is sleeping away
While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way
CHORUS
. . .today
This cradle of the interstate so weary of dreams
The hurt that they cause us is now restless it seems
Oh soldier dear soldier you keep your dreams to yourself
My heart's rolled and tumbled until I put it on the shelf
CHORUS
Repeat First Verse
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