Besedila: Black Crowes. Croweology. Soul Singing.

I've been down cascading and blue without a sound
Now I've traded my black feathers for a crown
So feed me milk and honey lay me down
Lay me down

Look around, show me holy places not yet found
Let's disappear and we'll hide underground
Oh we'll get high and we'll feel safe and sound
It comes around, around

You got my soul singing, got my soul singing
You got my soul singing, got my soul singing
You got my soul singing, got my soul singing
You got my soul singing, got my soul singing
Oh come on now, come on now

Home bound, tired of tired of running town to town
Tired of my heart turned upside down
Now my life's a smile and not a frown
The sound, the sound

Yeah you got my soul singing, got my soul singing
You got my soul singing, my soul singing
You got my soul singing, got my soul singing
You got my soul singing, got my soul singing

You got me
Yeah I did got my soul singing, my soul singing
Oh you got my soul singing, my soul singing
Oh you got my soul singing, my soul singing
Oh you got my soul singing, my soul singing

You got my soul singing, my soul singing
You got my soul singing, my soul singing
You got my soul singing, my soul singing
You got my soul singing, soul singing, soul singing
Soul singing, soul singing

Sing along everybody, come sing along