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Feeding My Soul
Feeding my soul,
I look at barns
and want inside
Feeding my soul,
I smile at children
and touch their hands
Feeding my soul,
I talk to truckers
and watch them cry
Feeding my soul,
I tip the hobos
and hear the truth
Feeding my soul,
I count the geese
in southern flight
Feeding my soul,
I love my family
wife, and friends
Feeding my soul,
I wander in the sea air
and smell the morning
Feeding my soul,
I catch the devil
in disguise
Feeding my soul,
I trade redemption
for the promise of another wish
Feeding my soul,
I write these words,
-feeding my soul
(69th St. Philadelphia: August, 1977)
I look at barns
and want inside
Feeding my soul,
I smile at children
and touch their hands
Feeding my soul,
I talk to truckers
and watch them cry
Feeding my soul,
I tip the hobos
and hear the truth
Feeding my soul,
I count the geese
in southern flight
Feeding my soul,
I love my family
wife, and friends
Feeding my soul,
I wander in the sea air
and smell the morning
Feeding my soul,
I catch the devil
in disguise
Feeding my soul,
I trade redemption
for the promise of another wish
Feeding my soul,
I write these words,
-feeding my soul
(69th St. Philadelphia: August, 1977)
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