I Got Poetry In Ma Soul

Thank you Narnie for the help

I�ve always got something
Got something to say
With each new verse
Words spill like Autumn hay

I�ve got poetry in ma soul
An its takin� its toll
I�m livin� a poets life
Bleedin� through the strife

There�s always a verse on my lips
Tingling extra buds
Spurring aching fingers
Into one last line.

I�ve got poetry in ma soul
An its burnin� all ma coal
I�m livin� a poets life
Penniless in Eastern Fife.

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I�m singing his melody
There�s soul in his poetry
He lived a poet's life
Penniless in Eastern Fife

Got his soul in ma song
Singin it all night long
Strummin ma finger tips
As songs are escapin ma lips

You can feel him
Feel him tapping his prose
Serenadin' his woes
As he types his hymn

Got his soul in ma song
An it ain�t all wrong
Singing them swampy blues
When we�re singin in twos

Now where�s that sax
Layin it on the tracks

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I�m takin up ma pen
Countin his verses �til ten
I�m livin a poet�s life
Tappin out ma strife

You�ve got poetry in ya soul
An its takin its toll
I�m strummin on ma porch
Followin your torch

Got ma soul in ya song
Singin it all night long
I�m livin a poet�s life
Penniless in Eastern Fife

You�ve got poetry in ya soul
An it�s burnin all ya coal
I�m singin bout ya woes
While tappin ma toes

Melodies on ma lips
Poems on ma finger tips
Singin about ya woes

Crafting all my prose
We�re tappin in twos
And singing those blues

I got poetry in ma soul
Got his soul in ma song
An its taking its toll
Singin it all night long

I�m living a poet�s life
Strummin ma finger tips
Penniless in Eastern Fife
As songs are escaping ma lips

(duet)

We got our soul
Ignoring tha toll

We�ll take all that strife
To live a poet�s life

Live a poet�s life
A poet�s life

(Repeat to fade on
a mandolin�s tears)