Lyrics:

Battin-Fowley
Tucson is the place I used to sing my songs
Leavin' in a hurry, I'm already gone
Small towns sleep as I ride my jeep across the silver sands
Searching for the holy land, I'll be a ramblin' man
Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night
Big wheels, we feel really good tonight
Las Vegas is not a place I want to stay
A city's wile will cramp my style, all my years and days
A cold world's dark as I ride so far across the western plains
Searching for the holy land, I'm just a happy man
Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night
Big wheels, we feel really good tonight
Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night
Big wheels, we feel really good tonight
A-cruisin' down a sunset strip would take away the time
Then there's magic mountains all around us that I want to climb
And people always ask me what I'm searchin' for across the turquoise sky
Searching for the holy land, I'm gonna find it when we try

Come on, big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night
Big wheels, we feel really good tonight
Big wheels, big wheels keep rollin' through the night
Big wheels, we feel really good tonight