Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama's records spinning slow in the front room
Needle catching static through the afternoon
I was eight years old with my hands on the floor
Learning every rhythm before the words I knew
Sneakers scraping on the church hall wood
Old man on the corner taught me how to move
[Pre-Chorus]
City hums a low tune underneath my feet
Every window singing while the pavement heats
[Chorus]
Baby we got soul in the speakers
Love the way it hit when we were younger
Keep it low keep it real keep it simple
Feel it in the bones like a Sunday hymn song
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Feel it in the bones
Ooh-ooh
[Verse 2]
Now the kick drum knocks like a knock on the door
My trunk rattling down the avenue
Talkbox bobbing through the highway noise
Ugh ugh ugh ugh coming back for you
Field grass tall where the old folks sang
Wrapped it in a melody watered with truth
[Pre-Chorus]
City hums a low tune underneath my feet
Every window singing while the pavement heats
[Chorus]
Baby we got soul in the speakers
Love the way it hit when we were younger
Keep it low keep it real keep it simple
Feel it in the bones like a Sunday hymn song
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Feel it in the bones
Ooh-ooh
[Bridge]
Throw your hands up to the ceiling light
Give it back to all the ones before
Dirt road voices through a little white house
Sang it so loud they could hear us all
Sang it in the yard sang it in the rain
Kept the door wide open kept it in the frame
[Chorus]
Baby we got soul in the speakers
Love the way it hit when we were younger
Keep it low keep it real keep it simple
Feel it in the bones like a Sunday hymn song
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Feel it in the bones
Ooh-ooh