Well, I left Kentucky back in '49 An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs Every day I'd watch
Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them Gas drinking, piston clinking, air polluting, smoke belching Four wheeled buggies from Detroit
I see you, that's you, a HATER! Macks, trucks, big wheels roll Macks, trucks, big wheels roll Macks, trucks, big wheels roll Macks, trucks, big wheels
thunder Ain't worth nothin' when you're six feet under All wrapped up in hot chrome and steel Drag my body, well, behind the wheel Got a pair of dice swingin' in my Detroit
stop coffee goes running through his veins This country turns on eighteen wheels, thank God we can depend On brothers of the highway, children of the wind That Detroit
baby We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk (Around the globe) New Orleans and D.C. (Country as hell!) Texas, Indiana (Country as hell!) Detroit
that What did you say brother? He might be talkin' bout how it's to the back Me and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes I mean wheels
Highway run into the midnight sun Wheels go round and round You're on my mind Restless hearts sleep alone tonight Sending all my love along the wire
a car to the flip of your wrist Drug traffickin' been happenin' since seventy-six They lock us up 'cause government be wantin' tax from the shit I call my people in Detroit
chronic and its burnin smokin chronic leaf optimo, big Po-yo sippin on the 8, idle up the poe-poe Ima come down wit the deuce let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna
kill me And oh let's politic and make dido D.C. I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do Atl., Tennessee ring bells Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor are worth more than their pay And it's time a few of them were recognized Hello Detroit auto
said, "For sale or trade" On the last remaining dinosaur Detroit made Seven hundred dollars was a heck of a deal For a four hundred horsepower jukebox on wheels
kneel Sittin' high on a mountain top Holdin' shop, singin' the raw dog blues Like in old Mississippi's dirty cotton fields Or in Detroit City's unforgotten wheels
sever whatever, forget her and turn 'em redder than ever You better wet her and leave her makin' her miss me 'Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit
motherfuckin party yo Break it down on the lst like this It ain't no party like a detroit party Cause a detroit party don't stop It ain't no party like a detroit
Roll big wheels roll roll big wheels roll Roll big wheels roll roll big wheels roll King of the open road Big wheels you're singing as you're rolling
be militant and ignorant at the same time I love liquor but I hate swine, blame it on the complexities of a great mind I think i'm stuck somewhere inbetween Malcolm X and Detroit