He took a plane to New York city

To chase his fortune on the wall street plan

He is stranded in Manhattan

But the southeast Texas coast still calls his name

He said come on wheels, give up a ticket

Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home

Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache

Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun

There is no shelter for the lonely

And the northeast women speak of a different tongue

There are times he cries so loudly

That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart

He said come on wheels, give up a ticket

Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home

Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache

Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun

Northern harbor take care of my blue boy

Let your city give him warmth for his hands

He will be happy, his heart won't long for

His home on the southeast Texas coast again

He said come on wheels, give up a ticket

Oh hello thunder, won't you roll him home

Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache

Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun

Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache

Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun