Wheels spun, spun all over this vast land, 18 wheels spun packing pavement, 18 wheels
Wheels spun, spun all the way home, first 18 then 10, now 4 wheels spin sometimes 2
Wheels wheels spun and spin, where they stop God knows, the fortune spun inside heart where wheels stop
Out the door tending the flock and field, as I walk my heart pumps with love, blood flowing in and throughout making its way to foreign and distant lands, all right within my very own skin
Do nothing and become a couch potatoe, plant the potatoes and feed the hogs they love grubs and spuds
Swing the scythe and trim the waist (waste) feeling 100 0/0 day after day, this is where healing begins and living a life is greater than gold.