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Tommy Castro
whole lotta soul
She walks through the park all the birds stop singingWatch her walk on by
As she passes the playground, boys stop swinging
Too young to even know why
She donâ??t need painting up, sheâ??s a natural born work of art
She drinks wine from a paper cup
Sheâ??s got a great big heart
And thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul comminâ?? down
Thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul comminâ?? down
He step up to the mic now and the people stop talkin
To hear what heâ??s got to say
They know heâ??s a man who talks what heâ??s walkinâ??
They gonna let him lead the way
Heâ??s been preachinâ?? a long time, you can tell by the grey in his hair
In times of trouble they know they got a prayer
And thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul is comminâ?? down
Thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, thereâ??s a whole lotta soul is comminâ?? down
Yes it is
I donâ??t know but Iâ??ve been told
It donâ??t matter if youâ??re young or if youâ??re old
If you havenâ??t got a whole lotta soul, it donâ??t matter
Long as youâ??ve got a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul
Thereâ??s smoke thick enough you could cut it with a knife
As the band starts another song
Heâ??s singinâ?? just like heâ??s singinâ?? for his life
About somebody done me wrong
Thereâ??s one drunk at the bar, two at a table now
Orderinâ?? another round
Nobodyâ??s listeninâ?? but heâ??s still got to throw down
Thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul is commin down
Thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, whole lotta soul is commin down
Thereâ??s a whole lotta soul, youâ??ve got to have it
Commin down, down, down, down, down, down