The Wheel Paroles

In a stable spoke lord
Inside a turning wheel bound for good

A woodbee tries to find purchase
In 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 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