Walking

My my it's your ironside
Mmmmmm that's you
Oh oh you've got a lot to give
Yes yes you're true
Well, don't need a horse to hold me
Don't need no automobile
When you are what you are
Then there ain't no dream they could steal (that could)
I'm walking up to you
You've got me holding your hand
I'm not a foreigner no no no
I'm just a man you made (memory)
Carpenters are all around
Making shoes to walk the ground