This Wheel's On Fire

If your memory serves you well
                  Bo7
We were goin' to meet again and wait
         
So I'm goin                      
And sit before it gets too late
                 
No man alive [bad word] to you
                    
With another tale to tell
                          
But you know that we shall meet again
                      
If your memory serves you well

 [bad word] 
                                  
This wheel's on fire, rolling down the road
                  
Best notify my next of kin
                
This wheel shall explode!

If your memory serves you well
I was goin' to confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailor's knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was oh so hard to tell
But you knew that we would meet again
If your memory serves you well [bad word] 

If your memory serves you well
You'll remember you're the one
That called on me to call on them
To get you your favors done
And after every plan had failed
And there was nothing more to tell
You knew that we would meet again
If your memory served you well [bad word] 

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