The Music of My Soul

When I was a young boy,
my daddy sat me down.
He said, "Son don't you never go to the dark of town.
I'm talking downtown Memphis,
see that's where the black folk play."
And I say, "Yessir daddy."
And then I snuck down anyway.

See never was taught to read none,
oh no never taught to write.
The only thing my daddy taught,
was that white should stay with white.
But I heard it through the alleys,
it floated on the breeze.
It burst out through the doorways,
and it knocked me to my knees.
It broke down all of my senses,
and made me feel so home.
See I was lost until I found the music of my soul.
The music of my soul.

And then one day my daddy died,
and we laid him in his grave.
And my momma she cried and cried and cried,
and prayed that he'd be saved.
But all I felt was pity,
for he never understood.
How could people be so bad,
and make me feel so good?
It went right through my body,
it drive me by my heart.

It shot out from my fingertips
And pulled me right apart.

It broke down all my senses.
It made me feel so home.
And I would love it till the day I die,
the music of my soul.

It broke down all my senses.
It made me so feel home.
See I was lost until I found...
I was deaf until I heard...

I'll make this world come around to,
the music of my soul.
The music of my soul.