“GREASE ON MY WHEELS”
© 2004 Patti DeRosa
VERSE #1:
I go to church each Sunday, and I take my kids to school
I work hard to make a living, and I believe the Golden Rule
I try hard to love God’s children and treat them all the same
And I’d never say a hateful word - I’m not the one to blame
VERSE #2:
I marched with King in Selma, so I understand the plight
I’d never wear a pointed hood or deny a civil right
I think we’ve made much progress though it’s happened much too slow
But people just complain too much, now it’s time to let it go.
CHORUS 1:
Yet there’s a secret cloak I carry that’s with me all the time
And even if I fight it, I can’t deny it’s mine.
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.
VERSE #3:
When I walk into a store I’m never asked for proof
And when I say what’s on my mind it’s taken as the truth
I’m never stopped while driving, folks assume I’m smart and bright
And what people like me say and do is held up to be right
VERSE #4:
When I look at all our leaders, I see reflections of my face
I’m never told when I do good that I’m a credit to my race
I can travel where I want to, I can easily get loans
I can say that race don’t matter, that I made it on my own.
CHORUS 2 & 3:
And there’s a secret cloak I carry that I can’t even see
And it offers up protection to all folks that look like me.
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.
And the secret cloak I carry is written on my skin
And even without trying
It sets me up to win
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.
