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