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