She walks through the park all the birds stop singing
Watch her walk on by
As she passes the playground, boys stop swinging
Too young to even know why
She don't need painting up, she's a natural born work of art
She drinks wine from a paper cup
She's got a great big heart

And there's a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul commin' down
There's a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul commin' down

He step up to the mic now and the people stop talkin
To hear what he's got to say
They know he's a man who talks what he's walkin'
They gonna let him lead the way
He's been preachin' a long time, you can tell by the grey in his hair
In times of trouble they know they got a prayer

And there's a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul is commin' down
There's a whole lotta soul, there's a whole lotta soul is commin' down
Yes it is

I don't know but I've been told
It don't matter if you're young or if you're old
If you haven't got a whole lotta soul, it don't matter
Long as you've got a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul

There's smoke thick enough you could cut it with a knife
As the band starts another song
He's singin' just like he's singin' for his life
About somebody done me wrong
There's one drunk at the bar, two at a table now
Orderin' another round
Nobody's listenin' but he's still got to throw down

There's a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul is commin down
There's a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul is commin down
There's a whole lotta soul, you've got to have it
Commin down, down, down, down, down, down

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