The Wheel

The wheel has turned one full circle
 Time for my meal of wood
 To make my home, Lord
 In a stable spoke, Lord
 Inside a turning wheel would be good
 To make my home, Lord
 In a stable spoke, Lord
 Inside a turning wheel bound for good
 A woodbee tries to find purchase
 On a turning spoke
 From Memphis to Potomac
 Never giving up hope
 I'd die in your jails, Lord
 But you'd die by my laws, Lord
 I think You got it worse
 No rebel I, Lord
 I follow the river
 When I'm lost
 When I'm lost
 The wheel has turned one more circle
 The payload is now immense
 So climb aboard all
 Climb aboard
 Because the heavier we get
 The heavier we get
 The harder we crush
 The heavier we get
 The heavier we get
 The harder we crush
 The wagon rolls like an old millstone
 Driving bad deeds six feet deep
 To make my home, Lord
 In a stable spoke, Lord
 Inside a turning wheel would be good
 To make my home, Lord
 In a stable spoke, Lord
 Inside a turning wheel bound for good