| "Last Ride" | |
| Words and Music by Chris Tocco, Todd Staudinger and Scott Staudinger I'm a wheel, I'm a wheel, I can see what I can't feel, From the hills of Carolina, Cross the California time Yeah, I'm a wheel.......oooooooooo, Yeah!...I'm a Wheel! I'm alive and full of jive, and oooooo Lord I'm a Wheel!! Well my baby and me, Well we had a little thing, But she tried to run away, From our happy little place, She needed her space man! So I shoved my gun in her face, Said you can't run from me momma, I'm a Wheel, I'm a Wheel, I'm a Wheel, I'm a wheel!! Said come inside my mind, I'll surely leave this all behind..... Well it's a half past 4:30, And I'ma working looking good, And I'm drinking and I'm sliding, Just like a Southern Boy should, Like I should ya'll, Just like a Southern Boy should, I'm a Wheel, I'm a wheel, On the wrong side of the law!!!! Well I'ma coming down this mountain, All the leaves are on the ground, In this holiday sun, Watch my big machine shine, Watch it shine now! Can't you feel all that shine!!! I'm a Wheel, I'm a Wheel On the wrong side of the law!!!!!!!!!!! I'm a wheel, I'm a Wheel, ooooooooooo Lord I'm a Wheel, On the Wrong side of the Law! I'm a Wheel, I'm a Wheel On the Wrong side of the Law, On the Wrong side of the Law, On the wrong side of the Law....................yeah! | |