Текстове на песни:
Rory Gallagher Wheels Within Wheels

Instrumental.

were the morning, 'cause the night feels oh so long With a windswept skyway, it don't look good my friend, Tomorrow might be my day, who knows which way the wheel

I'm walking down mainstreet feeling no pain Along comes a cop he can take my name And explain to me what a federal case is I'm mixing the barley with

When you go down to Deep Elm, keep your money in your socks By them day Elm women, roll on you on the rocks Oh sweet mama, got the morning baby blues

cold And you'll go on searchin' Such a lonesome road Let me be the one You wanna hold, yeah Wheels within wheels Confused what you feel a little bit Rules within

'll go on searchin', It's such a lonesome road. Let me be the one, You wanna hold. Yea Wheels within wheels, Confused what you feel a little bit. Rules within