I digThe taste of diesel and the sound of big rigsRubber, metal, oil and stoneScoring at truck stops, lot lizards and driving far aloneGarbage trucks lifting cans in the morning SunBehind the wheel of a bulldozer is my idea of funJohn Deere, Dynapac steamrollers, grain silos & old barnsElectric storms over lumber yardsSmall wheel runs by faithBig wheel runs by graceA wheel in a wheel go round and roundWhat does it mean to be a man?How you gonna tell me who I am?A man is bolts, a man is rustFor a little while, then the man is dustA man with a man- how more manly can you get?I may be five-foot-one but you're all wetBe a manI live by my principles, I stick to my gunsI wake up well before garbage or the SunI die by my honor which I alone defineMy heart is yours, my soul is mineTake back your flowers and your fance and prissI'm a man because I say I am, now gimme a kissNow there's peace in the valleyNo cause for warNo suspicion, no jealousyLet the eagle soarLet the dog's tail wagLet the children singThere's peace in the valleyLet freedom ring
