The Wheel

The wheel has turned one full circle Time for my meal of wood To make my home, Lord In a stable spoke, Lord Inside a turning wheel would be good To make my home, Lord In a stable spoke, Lord Inside a turning wheel bound for good A woodbee tries to find purchase On a turning spoke From Memphis to Potomac Never giving up hope I'd die in your jails, Lord But you'd die by my laws, Lord I think You got it worse No rebel I, Lord I follow the river When I'm lost When I'm lost The wheel has turned one more circle The payload is now immense So climb aboard all Climb aboard Because the heavier we get The heavier we get The harder we crush The heavier we get The heavier we get The harder we crush The wagon rolls like an old millstone Driving bad deeds six feet deep To make my home, Lord In a stable spoke, Lord Inside a turning wheel would be good To make my home, Lord In a stable spoke, Lord Inside a turning wheel bound for good