There's a soul man 
And he's shuffling in my head 

He lives ah he lived ah he live ah he's living 
And I'm never going to grow old wishing 
Could have my time again 
He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams 
And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so 
Something when he moves doesn't have to move much 
But he does it with such gentle tenderness. I'm singing 

Young men stomping in the bullpen 
Looking for some good zen 
Often to do the dumb things 
Looking for some a-ah-ah-amen 

There's a soul man listening to the soul tamb 
Playing in his right hand now he found his own sound 
And it's okay 

He never speak for-the-sake-of-speaking 
Doesn't talk all-that-talking no he doesn't say nothing 
Til he got something to say 

He shuffle with the gypsy lady in my dreams 
And she screams with her hips when he kiss her oh so 
Something got me singing oh I never never 
Never gonna 
Grow old wishing 
Could have my time again