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