I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels (Bring the Prose to the Wheel)

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[Verse 1]
[A]Fro[D]m B[Em]osto[D]n to[A]
Southshore in the [D]back of the bus,
It's the [Em]last winter storm of
[D]the season and such
And [A]I am lost to the fiction
of the [D]book in my lap
The [G]snow makes [Em]me drowsy,
while the [D]dreams roll and tumble,
It's a [A]long way to Texas,
it's a [D]long way back home
It's a [Em]three [G]hour [Em]flight [G]on
[Em]the plane [D]when I go
[A]Away from this snow from [D]Boston
to Southshore where the
[G]Dreams roll and tumble,
and [Em]bring the [D]prose to the wheel,

[Verse 2]
[A][Chorus:]
Bring the prose to the [D]wheel,
I'm not drivin' these [G]wheels
I'm not drivin' these [D]wheels
[A]Bring the prose to the whe[D]el,
I'm not drivin' these [G]wheels
I'm not drivin' these [D]wheels, (today)

[Verse 3]
That [A]face in the window,
it's [D]one I should know
But [G]it's nev[Em]er been haloed
by [D]New England snow,
[A]And the child 'cross the isle
is [D]sleepin' away
While the [G]soldier behind [A]me lets
his [D]dreams roll and tumble
My [A]way,

[Interlude 1]
[D][G][D][A]

[Verse 4]
[D][Chorus][G]
[D]This[A][D][G][D]
[A]cra[D]dle[G] of[D][A]
the interstate makes me [D]weary of dreams
The [G]hurt they cause is now,
[D]restless, it seems
Oh [A]soldier, dear soldier,
'ya keep your [D]dreams to yourself,
My [G]hearts rolled and tumbled [Em]'till I've [D]put it on the shelf
[A]

[Interlude 2]
[D][G][D][G][D][G][A]
[D][G]

[Verse 5]
[Chorus] [D]From
[A]Bos[D]ton[G][Em][G][D][A]
to Southshore in the [D]back of the bus
It's the [G]last [Em]winter storm of
[D]the season and such
And I am [A]lost to the fiction
of the [D]book in my lap,
The [A]snow makes [Em]me drowsy,
while [Bm]the [D]dreams roll and tumble,

[Outro 1]
[A][D][Em][D]