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Small Circles Big Wheels

Y'all know that I'm rich, n' I live from day to day Don't mind the spirits, they do for me in work n' in play Look at you expecting like I have something to say Desperate acts reflecting, there will be hell to pay Fear of life, lust for life, divided by the hunt n'the kill N' if you don't get yours, maybe your sister will Several reasons to die with just as many thrills This be the rock for rolling, Small Circles, Big Wheels Daily work, dirty work. All one and the same I must have the meaningful of every single day. Every single day I stand in grace with Cohen, wi'Bob, John, Lou and with Neil That's not a trumpet blowing, no, it's just the way that I feel From the early morning until the stars are revealed This be the rock for rolling, Small Circles, Big Wheels Daily work, dirty work. All one and the same I must have the meaningful of every single day. Every single day This throw y'down, pick y'up, ears ringin', leaves y'swingin' on y'heels This be the rock for rolling, Small Circles, Big Wheels

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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