My soul is for shaking
My knees are for bending
My feet are for walking all the way home
My head is for thinking
My fingers for picking
My hips are for swaying all the way home
Cause I've been working hard
In the sun and the rain and the cold, oh
And my body aches
You can hear the rick-a-tick of my bones, oh
And I only have one question:
What's my heart for?
My soul is for shaking
My hands are for working
My questions for asking all the way home
My arms are for lifting
My legs are for running
My feet are for staggering all the way home
Cause I've been working hard
In the sun and the rain and the cold, oh
And my body aches
You can hear the rick-a-tick of my bones, oh
And I only have one question:
What's my heart for?
Cause I've been working hard
In the sun and the rain and the cold, oh
And my body aches
You can hear the rick-a-tick of my bones, oh
And I only have one question:
What's my heart for?

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