Soul Shakin'
Swamp Trash Band USA ©2014
(Shadow Powers)

Hey Hey mama when you shake that thing;
the air around you beings to sing
Shuffle those feet all across that floor;
shake your head to and fro
Now you’re soul shakin’, soul shakin’
From Fredericksburg out to Santa Cruz,
they like cornbread and they like blues,
when they’re soul shakin’

Bacon grease and polk salad in that pan;
man grab a woman, woman get your man
I don’t want to give you the wrong impression;
but the level of shakin’s at your discretion 
When you’re soul shakin’ ,  soul shakin’
From Kosciusko up to Duluth,
all they know is the plain ol’ truth
when they’re soul shakin’

Band’s getting hot getting close to the heat;
Dripping swampy sweat to a swampy beat
All God’s children gotta  get their groove;
Trashy dancers like to do it too
And we’re all soul shakin’, soul shakin’

I don’t care if you’re east or west;
all I know is that you’re the best when you’re soul shakin’
I don’t care if you’re north or south;
all I know is what you’re about when you’re soul shakin’