Soul Jones Lyrics

By Jack Hall, Jim Hall, Rick Hirsch, John Anthony and Lewis Ross

I can't eat, I can't even sleep
I'm all strung out, on this funky beat
Down on Broadway, and Mulberry Street
Shoot, everybody dancin' and stompin' their feet
Refrain:
They get it bad
Down inside
Lord, have mercy
They got the Soul Jones
Down in their bones, Yeah
They got ithe Soul Jones
Way down in their bones
Oh yeah

My momma's got it
Pappa's got it too
If you don't watch out
I'm gonna give it to you
If you see me comin'
You better turn 'round and run, now
Cause, brother, if you get this habbit
You'll be a funky son of a gun, Yeah
Refrain:
You gonna get it bad
Down inside
Lord have mercy
You gonna get the Soul Jones
Down in your bones, Yeah
You gonna get the Soul Jones
Way down in your bones, Yeah

Bridge:
Talkin' bout the Soul Jones
Talkin' bout the Soul Jones
Talkin' bout the Soul - Soul Jones
Everything junpin'on the avenue
We d***in' wine nd eatin' hot barbecue
Ya'll come on down, if ya ain't got nothin' to do, now
I guarantee you'll get the Jones, befor this thing is through, Yeah.

Refrain:

Soul Jones
I said, Soul Jones
Talking 'bout, Soul Jones
Come on, Soul Jones
Say it, Soul Jones
Oooh, Soul Jones