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