TRACK 12 • 3:02

580 To the Wheels

After eleven songs filled with stories, reflection, love, loss, and finding my way home, I wanted the album to end by firing up the engine and letting it roar.

“580 To The Wheels” is simply a rockin’ tune about my black and Cabernet ’55 Chevy Bel Air.

She has a hand-built 427 small-block putting 580 horsepower to the wheels—and enough attitude to make sure nobody mistakes her for a museum piece.

There’s no deeper meaning here. No life lesson hiding under the hood. This is chrome, horsepower, burning rubber, and the pure joy of driving something that feels alive.

I placed this song last because I didn’t want the album to quietly fade away. I wanted to leave the engine running, the road open, and the listener with a smile.

We’re Drivin’ Home.

Thanks for riding along.

Come on back sometime.

ROXY — Black and Cabernet '55 Chevrolet Bel Air.

INTRO

Ooh, yeah…
She roars like a lion, she bites like a dog…
C’mon, Roxy, let’s roll…

VERSE 1

Got a black ’n’ Cabernet ’55.
She don’t crawl, man—she come alive.
Chrome five-spokes, twenty-inch gleam,
Lookin’ like a high-octane dream.

Hand-built heart, a stroked small block soul,
427 thunder, she’s outta control.
580 horses under that hood.
When ya kick her down hard, she screams real good.

CHORUS

580 to the wheels, baby, hold on tight.
She’ll break your neck at the green light.
Fast and nasty, she don’t play fair.
She’ll steal your breath and your last prayer.

VERSE 2

Call her Roxy, she’s built to kill.
She’s got the curves and the iron will.
She’s fire, she’s steel, she’s high on her heels—
Yeah, she’s runnin’ 580 to the wheels.

Pushed her pedal, heard her moan,
Burnin’ rubber, shakin’ chrome.
The way she roars, the way she slides,
Makes me feel like the king when I ride.

CHORUS

580 to the wheels, baby, hold on tight.
She’ll light the night like a flame in flight.
She don’t beg, and she won’t kneel.
She’s runnin’ hot on 580 to the wheels.

BRIDGE

Got a Bible in the glove and the Devil on the dash.
One hand on the wheel, other countin’ cash.
She don’t stop for nothin’, no red light drill.
She was born to run, and she’s runnin’ still.

BREAKDOWN—SPOKEN / WHISPERED

Ooh, Roxy, you dirty girl…
You leave ’em in the dust, lipsticked and bruised…
You don’t just roll…
You rule.

FINAL—BIG & DIRTY

580 to the wheels, baby, burnin’ black.
She’s comin’ hot and she ain’t lookin’ back.
No mercy, no chill.
She’s a lady… with a license to kill.

Call her Roxy, she’s got wild appeal.
Sweet pain on chrome, sugar and steel.
She’s fast, she’s mean, and she feels so real—
Yeah, she’s runnin’ 580 to the wheels.

OUTRO—GUITAR FADE-OUT / WHISPERED

Roxy, baby…
We’re Drivin’ Home…