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
Compositores: Thomas Eugene Castro, Brian Gilbert Mark ECAD: Obra #22267799