It’s Just my Soul
Written by Jimmy Tittle · © All rights reserved
I gotta make my choice
I gotta make my stand
Is it gonna be my voice
Or some other man
I’ve gotta make it now
Or throw it away
I’ve gotta be a fake
Or say what I need to say
I’ve gotta take the lead
Or just be led
Does anybody want to hear
Anything I’ve ever said
I’ve gotta take that chance
Or the chance takes me
Into somebody else’s dream
That I don’t believe
And they say
We’re gonna make lots of money
We’re gonna go far
You don’t have to worry about nothin’
We’ll even tell you who you are
Don’t that sound easy
So slick, so nice, so greasy
I don’t want to bother nobody
Call me if you need me
It’s just my soul
It’s just my soul
Climb that ladder
Get your share
Money’s at the top, man
And your dignity is waiting there
Comes so easy
Costs so much you better shake the hand of the man
With the Midas touch
And he says
We’re gonna make lots of money
We’re gonna go far
You don’t have to worry about nothin’
We’ll even tell you who you are
Don’t that sound easy
So slick, so nice, so greasy
I don’t want to bother nobody
Call me if you need me
