Key: C major
Verse 1
Ebm
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I ain't ever had no,
no black -eyed beans
And my mama ain't ever fried
me no mustard greens
And I ain't ever wanna try no fish and grits
My people, are you, are you feeling it?
I ain't ever been to, no Fillmore West End,
I ain't ever got down to Harlem
sticking my Sunday best,
I would love to go to,
to Detroit City.
My people, are you,
are you feeling pretty?
I don't know what you've been told,
but I can't hide where I came from,
so don't you tell me to go home.
Let my soul be my soul.
Let my soul be my soul.
Let your soul be your soul.
Let our souls be our souls
Let my soul be my call
I ain't ever been to
No block party and The Red Sox
jackin' on the bobcats
That don't mean smack to me
I would love to do a
speakeasy at mahogany
My people, are you
Are you feelin' me?
I don't cream my skin
And I don't comb my fro
And I can't rock my sleeveless
The same as a heavy light
dweller or the Angelo
And if you try to bump my fist
I might panic and shake your wrist
I ain't worried about that, no
I wanna know if you feelin' this
I don't know what you've been told,
but I can't hide where I came from,
so don't you tell me to go home.
Let my soul be my soul,
I don't know what you've been told,
but I can't hide where I came from,
so don't you tell me to go home.
Let my soul be my soul,
let my soul be my soul
Let your soul be your soul
Let our souls be our souls,
let my soul be my call
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