Soul's got some music

Oh, has it lined your stomach and heart? Beatings have stopped Oh, how they churn out rock and roll like factory work Oh, how it can't be learned at all You gotta possess that soul of the music Oh, soul of the music When it's Inner Guide that string the lines along You gotta possess soul of the music Oh, soul of the music When the rhythms and the words come out wrong but right And wrong but right again. Mm Who says I possess the answer? Wait till leaves fall over Then it's our cue to bundle up and light a fire. Oh I guess logs don't make a house I guess woods don't start a fire You gotta put your hands together And find a source of light I guess bricks don't make a building You gotta stack something And that takes labor day by day Some folks work in the nights Oh, I toil in the morning Some folks work in the night I go move day and day and Moment by moment I take it up and drop it down Rhythmically, I hope my soul's got some music.