I went down, town, to the casino
Where Mitch Ryder, his Detroit Wheels, were set to go
I was tired, from working all day, at the warehouse
Had a hit of window pane, right before the show
And I said hail, hail, your rock n' roll
Let your Detroit wheels, roll on down, that open road
Jim McCarty's guitar seemed to ring out forever
In that moment
I was thinking, about a Dearborn girl, I dated
Just a kid, with shaggy hair, in blue bell-bottoms
One of many, bored teenagers whose dreams she haunted
And I said hail, hail, your rock n' roll
Let your Detroit wheels, roll on down, that open road
I said hail, hail, your rock n' roll
Let your Detroit wheels, roll on down, that open road
And the visions in my head ran on forever
In that moment
I went out, to the Walled Lake, Casino
To see Mitch Ryder, his Detroit Wheels, put on a show