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shelleymiller |
blues gospel rock garage acoustic
Written/recorded February 1, 2012
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
Don't leave me until I'm buried in the cold
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
Don't leave me until I'm buried in the cold
When I'm gone, you can fly away
No more sorrows, all sins washed away
You'll be free, and I'll be in my grave
Sleeping just as soundly as a stone, stone, stone
Sleeping just as soundly as a stone, stone, stone
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
I know that you've been aching for your home
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
I know that you've been aching for your home
Won't be long 'til I'm buried in the sand
You'll be home, cradled in your daddy's hand
He'll send the rain and he'll wash all the land
All these sorrows roll away just like a stone, stone, stone
All these sorrows roll away just like a stone, stone, stone
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
When I lay me down this evening for my rest
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
When I lay me down this evening for my rest
Tell me stories of what your daddy done
Make me believe that there's reason to hold on
Teach me to see, tell me I'm not all alone
That my heart is something more than a stone, stone, stone
That my heart is something more than a stone, stone, stone
That my heart is something more than a stone, stone, stone
That my heart is something more than a stone
Soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
Don't leave me until I'm buried in the cold