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 © Rightly Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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