I left my sweetheart a
long time ago.
She cried and she pleaded
and begged me not to go.
We had a quarrel, I started to roll.
Big wheels, big wheels,
carry me home.
Oh big wheels, rolling, carry me back
I know my baby's waiting
down by the railroad track
I can see old drivers, I hear a whistle moan
Big wheels, big wheels,
carry me home
I dreamed of her in Texas,
and I thought I was the same.
Oh, way up in New Hampshire,
I even called her name.
She said she still loved me
when I called her on the phone.
Big wheels, big wheels,
carry me home.
Oh, big wheels are rolling,
carry me back.
I know my baby's waiting
down by the railroad track.
I can see old drivers,
I hear old whistle moan.
Big wheels, big wheels,
carry me home
If I could travel over to England or to Spain
Or way down in the South Seas,
I know it'd be the same
In Germany, or Switzerland,
or in the town of Rome,
I'd think of her and tell the world,
Carry me home.
Oh, big wheels, so golden
and carry me back,
I know my baby's waiting
down by the railroad track.
I can see old drivers,
I hear old whistle moan,
Big wheels, big wheels,
carry me home.
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