Soul

Sit down, son. Let me pull out my guitar,
Play you a tune. A song from the heart.
Let me connect you to the soul,
The world's soul, that is. The world's soul,
And warm up your heart
Because your leash has kept you frozen.
Sit down while I play you this tune.
Just lay back and let the world come to you.

There's more out there than simple ol' Powell, TN,
But don't get me wrong. It's a nice place to be.
Powell is a wholesome, pure community,
Yet when the exit came, culture passed it by.
Just a few hours west is the Music City,
The place where I learned my trade.
Go South on I-75, there's Atlanta,
"Empire City of the South,"
Just a little taste of what the Big Apple might be like
With a lil' Southern peach zest.
But become a jetsetter, don't stop there,
For you can fly anywhere in this land and beyond.
You name it, just your imagination
Is all you need to succeed.

I guess you can stay in Powell, but where will that take you?
And don't you feel you'd be in a state of folly if you do?
Son, if my guitar and I have done anything to win you over,
You'll flee this hole right now and find your soul.