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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