There's a soul man

And he's shuffling in my head



He lives ah he lived ah he live ah he's living

And I'm never going to grow old wishing

Could have my time again

He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams

And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so

Something when he moves doesn't have to move much

But he does it with such gentle tenderness. I'm singing



Young men stomping in the bullpen

Looking for some good zen

Often to do the dumb things

Looking for some a-ah-ah-amen



There's a soul man listening to the soul tamb

Playing in his right hand now he found his own sound

And it's okay



He never speak for-the-sake-of-speaking

Doesn't talk all-that-talking no he doesn't say nothing

Til he got something to say



He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams

And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so

Something got me singing oh I never never

Never gonna

Grow old wishing

Could have my time again