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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