Lyrics Richard Thompson

Richard Thompson

My Soul, My Soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

She?s never gonna shake it up

She?s never gonna shake it up

She?s never gonna shake it up

She?ll never be satisfied

She?s never gonna eye me right

She?s never gonna eye me right

She?s never gonna eye me right

The way I want to be eyed

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

Way she crimps her curls

Way she calls that hog

Way she sips her tea

Way she smokes that log

Way she bangs the wall

Way she walks the dog

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

I showed her my invitation

I showed her my invitation

I showed her my invitation

If she didn't go and scratch me off

She gave me my party favors

She gave me my party favors

She gave me my party favors

But nothing was sweet enough

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

Haven't I flipped you a thousand times or more?

Haven't I flipped you a thousand times or more?

Haven't I flipped you a thousand times or more?

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

She?s never gonna shake it up

She?s never gonna shake it up

She?s never gonna shake it up

She?ll never be satisfied

She?s never gonna eye me right

She?s never gonna eye me right

She?s never gonna eye me right

The way I want to be eyed

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul

My soul, my soul, my soul