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