G             C                D
Jeff Davis was no county line to my daddy
      G               C              D
More like a wall he could not see beyond
         Em                C                   D            G
Yeah, to me that farm was just a jail and the day I hit sixteen I bailed
       C                D             G
Shook off the Georgia dust and I was gone

[Bridge]
G        Fm
  To the wild unknown,
G  Fm                              G
      Where no light to guide me shown
Am7          G         F    Am7      C
   And the wheels had ideas of their own

[Verse]
       G                C                 D
Three bakes joined the ride at a Joplin pawnshop
        G                 C                 D
And a hard core band somewhere round Santa Fe
   Em                  C                   D                 G
A club to wreck and a town to burn, not a cent to waste, no rock unturned
 C                      D            G
Days like those you’ve got to throw away

[Chorus]
G          C               D      C
  Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
G              C                 D    C
  Fire up the engine, down the fences go
G      C                D             Em                  C       G
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
        D       G  C  D      C            G C D
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road

[Verse]
       G              C               D
That Portland week I can’t seem to remember
       G                   C                  D
Those Houston nights that just won’t quit my mind
        Em             C             D               G
Yeah, checking seven doors or ten, better rooms just up the bend
        C             D              G
And a thousand more left somewhere behind

[Chorus]
G          C               D      C
  Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
G              C                 D    C
  Fire up the engine, down the fences go
G      C                D             Em                  C       G
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
        D       G  C  D      C            G C D
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road

[Bridge]
G         Fm
  To the last free man,
G  Fm                        G
      Ain’t no mystery can stand
Am7          G           F    Am7      C
   When the key’s right there in your hand

[Verse]
    G                C             D
So Amy please don’t make this any harder
         G                      C                D
This tramp you’ve lost, that’s sure no cause to cry
    Em                  C                    D               G
No flesh and blood can buy my hand, you can ask a sad ol’ Georgia man
            C                   D            C
Since I’ve been gone it’s been one long goodbye

[Chorus]
G          C               D      C
  Wired to the wheel and bound to no one
G              C                 D    C
  Fire up the engine, down the fences go
G      C                D             Em                  C       G
Free, that’s about the blacktop, the back route, there’s always a way out
        D       G  C  D      C            G C D
Where there’s a ro-o-oad, where there’s a road  (x2)

G C D
Instrumental to end