Lyrics Richard Thompson – My Soul, My Soul
Text:
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
My soul, my soul, my soul
She’s never going to shake it up
She’s never going to shake it up
She’ll never be satisfied
She’s never going to eye me right
She’s never going to eye me right
She’s never going to eye me right
The way I want to be eyed
The way she crimps her curls
The way she calls that hog
The way she sips her tea
The way she smokes that log
The way she bangs the wall
The way she walks the dog
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 favours
She gave me my party favours
She gave me my party favours
But nothing was sweet enough
Haven’t I flip you
A thousand times or more
Haven’t I flip you
A thousand times or more
Haven’t I flip you
My soul, my soul, my soul
She’s never going to shake it up
She’s never going to shake it up
She’s never going to shake it up
She’ll never be satisfied
She’s never going to eye me right
She’s never going to eye me right
She’s never going to eye me right
The way I want to be eyed
Album
Richard Thompson – Front Parlour Ballads
