walt whitman was a hippie said that nothing could be lost if i only was a half that wise i wouldn t be walking to get sauced whisky now mozart was a superstar by the time he made thirteen sure would hurt my fingers lord if i had to play that mean rip it up and i heard old emerson say no debt will go unpaid but i feel my heart confounding as your cold shoulder turns away turn away i don t understand it but i know what it means your fading footsteps when i tell you my dreams who stood right there beside you when you were so afraid now i m crying out to no one as your footsteps fade fading footsteps fade fade fade fade away old george he must have talked funny with a mouthful of wooden teeth but a broke down starving army followed that man to victory true lord got a shoe string for my supper and a suitcase full of rhymes suns on hold and a band of gold and i m looking at hard times have mercy and i built you a mountain high castles in the sky now there they all go falling and i think that maybe you know why why why why and i don t understand it but i know what it means your fading footsteps when i tell you my dreams who stood right there beside you when you were so afraid now i m crying out to no one as your footsteps fade fading footsteps fade fade fade fade away fading footsteps fading away memories of the times gone by how they fly fading footsteps castles in the sky i wonder why why why why why why why fading footsteps fading footsteps look out watch it now mercy good lord fading footsteps pour whisky rip it up ooh ooh ooh
['classic soul', 'funk', 'soul', 'soul blues', 'southern soul']