Wheels

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  G                 Em
I raised my son the Eighties way
C               D
I never let him rest a day
         C                D            G      C G  D
I said, "Wasting time can only lead to losing
     G                   Em
When you're a man you'll be my son
         C                D
And I've never lost, I’ve always won
          C                   D                G         C G
There are those who serve and those who do the choosing"

             Em
And I said, "Always fight, don't lose face
C
Always lead, never chase
A
No one knows the second place
   D                           C      D
So hurt and bleed, but win the race"

       G             Em
He was number one in every school
C                   D
He couldn't stand a wimp or fool
   C          D                  G      C G  D
Or anyone who dribble-drooled of caring
       G                  Em
And he won the prizes, he won the fame
C              D
Till everybody knew his name
         C                 D              G      C G F
And they loved him for his devil-may-care daring

      G                  Em
And I liked his taste, I liked his style
      C              D
And I knew that in a little while
       C              D                  G       C G  D
He'd begin to use his charm and guile to make it
     G               Em
He'd be the boss man of this town
     C          D
He’d let nobody push him down
            C                D                 G       C G
He'd be the hardest, and the toughest and he'd take it

             Em
And I said, "Always fight, don't lose face
C
Always lead, never chase
A
No one knows the second place
   D                           C      D
So hurt and bleed, but win the race"

   G                  Em
So when he passed the big exam
      C                  D
I was proud he came, the Big I Am
        C                    D        G          C G  D
I could see he didn't give a damn who thought it
      G                  Em
And I said it’s time you had your wheels
C                  D
So you can see how power feels
     C                     D               G         C G
So I found the best and the fastest, and I bought it

       C
In his sports car and designer jeans
   G                  Em
He played the king of all the teens
       Am              C                 D      G D C
And he soon found out, money means, best label
        G                 Em
And the girls he had wore sweet perfume
      C                    D
Their scent still lingered in his room
       C                  D                G     C G
In the morning, he'd just smile across the table

Em    C    A    D  G  D  G  C

     G              Em
Then last week in a country lane
   C               D
In darkness and in pouring rain
  C                   D              G       C G  D
A young kid must have been insane to try him
     G                     Em
In a clapped out Ford with white-walled tyres
    C                D
His chiming horn lit my son's fires
      C                     D                G      C G
As he flashed his beams and tried to roar on by him

    C
And like the man I knew he'd be
G                  Em
My son chose to disagree
         Am             C                 D      G D C
And they raced together fast to see who'd weaken
    G              Em
And just as my son pulled ahead
  C                 D
A white-walled tyre lost its tread
        C                  D                   G      C G
And the two cars locked as flames became their beacon

             Em
And I said, "Always fight, don't lose face
C
Always lead, never chase
A
No one knows the second place
   D                           C     D
So hurt and bleed, but win the race____"

  G                 Em
I raised my son the Eighties way
C               D
I never let him rest a day
         C                D            G      C G  D
I said, "Wasting time can only lead to losing
     G                   Em
When you're a man you'll be my son
         C                D
And I've never lost, I’ve always won
          C                   D                G         C G
There are those who serve and those who do the choosing"
             C                 D            G      C G
I know I was right to make him so afraid of losing
                  C                   D                G
Because there are those who serve and those who do the choosing

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