Big Wheel

I dig

The taste of diesel and the sound of big rigs

Rubber, metal, oil and stone

Scoring at truck stops, lot lizards and driving far alone

Garbage trucks lifting cans in the morning Sun

Behind the wheel of a bulldozer is my idea of fun

John Deere, Dynapac steamrollers, grain silos & old barns

Electric storms over lumber yards

Small wheel runs by faith

Big wheel runs by grace

A wheel in a wheel go round and round

What does it mean to be a man?

How you gonna tell me who I am?

A man is bolts, a man is rust

For a little while, then the man is dust

A man with a man- how more manly can you get?

I may be five-foot-one but you're all wet

Be a man

I live by my principles, I stick to my guns

I wake up well before garbage or the Sun

I die by my honor which I alone define

My heart is yours, my soul is mine

Take back your flowers and your fance and priss

I'm a man because I say I am, now gimme a kiss

Now there's peace in the valley

No cause for war

No suspicion, no jealousy

Let the eagle soar

Let the dog's tail wag

Let the children sing

There's peace in the valley

Let freedom ring