The wheel has turned one full circlenTime for my meal of woodnTo make my home, LordnIn a stable spoke, LordnInside a turning wheel would be goodnTo make my home, LordnIn a stable spoke, LordnInside a turning wheel bound for goodnnA woodbee tries to find purchasenOn a turning spokenFrom Memphis to PotomacnNever giving up hopennI'd die in your jails, LordnBut you'd die by my laws, LordnI think you got it worsenNo rebel I, LordnI follow the rivernWhen I'm lostnWhen I'm lostnnThe wheel has turned one more circlenThe payload is now immensenSo climb aboard, all, climb aboardnBecause the heavier we get, the heavier we get,nThe harder to crush usnThe heavier we get, the heavier we get,nThe harder to crush usnnThe wagon rolls like an old millstonenDriving bad deeds six feet deepnnTo make my home, LordnIn a stable spoke, LordnInside a turning wheel would be goodnTo make my home, LordnIn a stable spoke, LordnInside a turning wheel bound for good