WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE Whistle blows, get out of jail Still got grease under my nails I push the shifter up to third And pull away from the herd WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE Streets are wet and the county dry Moon is out like a late-night pie Booze is flowing strong and clean I see the lights of Palestine WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE Drinks are cold and the joint is hot Dancing girls give it all they got I let one blow my dice for luck She says to me, "You know I like to COOK" WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE I put the Fifty-One in gear Crank it up 'cause I GOT NO FEAR We drive around, and around the bend Till the sun comes out again WHEELS, WHEELS ROLLING TOWARD THE COUNTY LINE WHEELS, WHEELS AND MY BABY SHE'S LOOKIN' FINE