Driving Wheel Songtext
von Marc Broussard

My baby don′t have to worry
She don't have to rob or steal
My baby don′t have to worry
She don't have to rob or steal
Give my baby anything she want now

I'm a driving wheel, thank you, Father
Heaven by the wheel, you don′t hear me

She left me out of this morning
Said she would be back soon
She left me out of this morning
Said she would be back soon
She said she′d be back early Friday morning
A little, little, little, little late Saturday afternoon
That's alright, baby


Thank you, Father, oh

Oh my, my, my, my

Then I wrote my baby a letter the other day
No one, no one to break the seal
I wrote my baby a letter
No one, no one to break the seal
Better go straight into my face, yeah
Come out

Thank you, Lord, I′m a driving wheel now
I'm a driving wheel, you don′t believe me
I'm a driving wheel, thank you, Father
Heaven by the wheel, I′ll be the wheel
I'm a driving wheel, keep on movin'
Keep on movin′, yeah


Ooh-ooh
I′m a driving wheel