Man at the Wheel
Lemme tell ya story that's been told a thousand times
Of the men who fed the world in tall ships and long lines
Lives hung in the balance with decisions that he made
Families were fed on a fisherman's wage
He knew exactly when, lines came off the dock
He'd tell us when to start and knew right when to stop
Seas as flat as glass or blowin up a Gale
Either way it didn't matter as long as we tip the scale
Ya the man at the wheel, he got nerves of steel
The open sea was his play-ground
Ya the man at the wheel, kept an even keel
Always straight ahead never around
Well here's another story, from another time
He's rolling down the open road, highway 99
He must unload by mornin', but tonight he needs his sleep
There's an load awaitin' in the logbook that he keeps
He knows how much fuel he has and he'll tell you without fail
There's another weigh station up ahead and he hopes he don't tip the scale
Well the man at the wheel, ready to sign the deal
He's prayin' that his rig won't let him down
Ya the man at the wheel, pride's his achilles heel
Finger's crossed he'll make it in'ta town
Last story I'll tell ya, is one of true love
Of a man who gave his life, just to save all of us
He's a fisher of men, and he still is to this day
Lives hung in balance, from decisions that we make
We think we're in control, and time we try and steel
When all along it's the man upstairs who really holds the wheel
Ya the man at the wheel, marks us with his seal
We're all waitin' on the trumpet's sound
Ya the man at the wheel, nothin' to conceal
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Ya the man at the wheel, marks us with his seal
We're all waitin' on the trumpet's sound
Ya the man at the wheel, nothin' to conceal
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
There she blows
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Of the men who fed the world in tall ships and long lines
Lives hung in the balance with decisions that he made
Families were fed on a fisherman's wage
He knew exactly when, lines came off the dock
He'd tell us when to start and knew right when to stop
Seas as flat as glass or blowin up a Gale
Either way it didn't matter as long as we tip the scale
Ya the man at the wheel, he got nerves of steel
The open sea was his play-ground
Ya the man at the wheel, kept an even keel
Always straight ahead never around
Well here's another story, from another time
He's rolling down the open road, highway 99
He must unload by mornin', but tonight he needs his sleep
There's an load awaitin' in the logbook that he keeps
He knows how much fuel he has and he'll tell you without fail
There's another weigh station up ahead and he hopes he don't tip the scale
Well the man at the wheel, ready to sign the deal
He's prayin' that his rig won't let him down
Ya the man at the wheel, pride's his achilles heel
Finger's crossed he'll make it in'ta town
Last story I'll tell ya, is one of true love
Of a man who gave his life, just to save all of us
He's a fisher of men, and he still is to this day
Lives hung in balance, from decisions that we make
We think we're in control, and time we try and steel
When all along it's the man upstairs who really holds the wheel
Ya the man at the wheel, marks us with his seal
We're all waitin' on the trumpet's sound
Ya the man at the wheel, nothin' to conceal
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Ya the man at the wheel, marks us with his seal
We're all waitin' on the trumpet's sound
Ya the man at the wheel, nothin' to conceal
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
There she blows
Hooray and up she rises, hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises, early in the mornin'
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Mccarthy
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