Anything With Wheels

(w.l. burnette/phil barnhart)



Cracks in the windshield

Nothin underneath the hood

A dirt road through a cornfield

That never looked so good

As it does today

She just might run away



She stares out the window

From the back of the house

Wishin when the wind blows

It would carry her down south

Like a cadillac

Oh she'd never look back



If a dream had a motor

And wishes ran on gasoline

If desire just had tires

She'd be somewhere south of abilene

She can almost feel the chrome and steel

If money grew in cornfields

She'd be gone

On anything with wheels



She thinks about her mama's life

Amd the boy down the road

She knows he would treat her right

But she can't see gettin old

Broke down from the strain

And prayin for the rain



If a dream had a motor

And wishes ran on gasoline

If desire just had tires

She'd be somewhere south of abilene

She can almost feel the chrome and steel

If money grew in cornfields

She'd be gone

On anything with wheels



A slow walk to the highway

Breeze blowin through her hair

With her best friend's suitcase

And her thumb in the air

She looks back toward town

And a car slows down



On anything with wheels

She just might run away...


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