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