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