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Jimmy Soul

Luther we made it But half of my black brothers are still incarcerated Locked up in a cell block, lost from the shell shock Some sold they soul, others

me? Don't you know you be funky, while You're smilin' backstage doin' mother, ugh, doggystyle Hot, wild, raw, whores' still suave Check out this style that I've Soul

But, but What, what Yo, man that fucked up Yeah, well tough luck Ayo, just show me the light and get me through the fog What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy

women they'll be a slack in cheatin' 'Cause Jesse won't be steppin' out again They baptized Jesse Taylor in Cedar Creek last Sunday Jesus gained a soul

The Beatles and The Doors. Flower children Woodstock and the war. Ah but it's getting harder to deceive us. And we don't care if Dylan's gone to Jesus Jimmy

Wilson Pickett comes to town To record that sweet soul music, that's Muscle Shoals sound Meanwhile in north Alabama, Aretha Franklin comes to town To record that sweet soul

morning Little Jimmy Brown was born All the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town And the songs that they were singing was for baby Jimmy

strings of Jimmy's guitar I swing Purple Hazed pendulum Hypnotizing the part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's

move all my grandma's furniture 'round And there'd be twenty or more there on the old wooden floor dancin' to a country sound The Carters and Jimmy