Soul Thing
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I've been traveling all these years,
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Just barely getting by.
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The road can be your friend
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Or the devil in disguise.
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When the tough get going,
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The muses visit me.
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Yet in soft, low tones,
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They always say to me,
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Say to me,
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"It ain't no groove thing,
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It ain't no country twang,
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It's a simple refrain;
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It's a soul thang." (2x)
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Where the city street meets the county road,
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Where the sun is nice and warm,
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No matter how long I may roam,
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This song still takes us home,
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Takes us home.
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Now we'll tell you about these times,
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When the blues come out to play,
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And jazz leaves her number...
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It's funny, she always says:
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"It ain't no groove thing,
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It ain't no country twang,
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It's a simple refrain;
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It's a soul thang." (2x)
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Now I'll tell you about these times,
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When the blues come out to play,
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And jazz leaves her number...
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It's funny, she always says:
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"Well, the city lights fly by me,
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As their eyes are getting heavy.
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We're sending our love over telephone wire.
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These days getting lonelier by the mile...by the mile."
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It ain't no groove thing,
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It ain't no country twang,
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It's a simple refrain;
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It's a soul thang. (2x)
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It ain't no groove thing,
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Yeah, ain't no country twang,
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It's a simple refrain;
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It's a soul thang. (2x)
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Soul Thing
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| Taylor Hicks |
