Food for the Soul (Snakes with Horns -version) Lyrics

Wet snow is falling down

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Another gig ahead tonight

In some gloomy bar

Money ain't the motivator

At least I haven't seen any

Not a dollar, not a penny

I just want to play

No cheering crowds, no glory

Not much of anything

But food for the soul

And everything is working

Like a well oiled machine

You got to love the thing you're doin'

Or it ain't worth doing at all

Well you just got to keep on moving

You know you can't stand still

No cheering crowds, no glory

Not much of anything

But food for the soul

And everything is working

Like a well oiled machine