[Intro]          2X [Verse 1] Broke the drum out of the closet    tuned up the bass and we hit an E Hawk on the hood big motor running    little Stevie windows on the B3 Seven long years and I was needing to ease my soul And there was sweat in the room on the return to muscle shoals [Verse 2] Over in Paris it was happening again    like it always seemed to do I don’t know why but they seem to understand    talking bout the swampy hoodoo A long way from goodwill but they let me see their soul And there was talk in the air on the return to muscle shoals [Harmonioca Solo] [Verse 3] Over in Stockholm they were getting on down     we were reaching for the moon I was bedridden in Amsterdam     the silence of my guitar filled the room I had become disoriented stranded on the road And I bet they’re frying fish tonight way down in muscle shoals