Текст: Paul McCartney. Band On The Run. Helen Wheels.

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Said farewell to my last hotel, it was never much kind of abode
Glasgow town never brought me down when I was heading out on the road
Carlisle city never looked so pretty and the kendal freeway's fast
Slowdown driver, want to stay alive, I want to make this journey last.

Helen, hell on wheels, ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels
Helen, hell on wheels, and they never gonna take her away

M6 south down to Liverpool, where they play the west coast sound,
Sailor sam he came from Birmingham but he never will be found
Doing fine when a London sign greets me like a long lost friend,
Mister motor won't you check her out, she's got to take me back again.

Helen, hell on wheels, ain't nobody else gonna know the way she feels
Helen, hell on wheels, and they never gonna take her away