Where Have All the Good Songs Gone
Bill Withers

Verse 1:
Where have all the good songs gone?
The ones that made us feel, brought us together strong.
When the sweet harmonies danced with the night,
And the depths of the heart echoed with light.

Chorus:
Oh, where's that Southern soul?
The kind that heals the soul.
With a preacher's voice and a sinner's heart,
Those real emotions, where did they depart?

Verse 2:
I remember the days when the music could preach,
Stories told through the rhythms, lessons it could teach.
From the church choir's cry to the blues in the streets,
Every note was a heartbeat, a language we’d meet.

Chorus:
Oh, where's that Southern soul?
The kind that heals the soul.
With a preacher's voice and a sinner's heart,
Those real emotions, where did they depart?

Bridge:
Now it’s all beats and echoes in a digital haze,
But the spirit's been lost in this mechanical craze.
We’re yearning for truth wrapped in melody’s arms,
To lift us up, to soothe us, to keep us from harm.

Verse 3:
So I’ll keep searching through the noise and the sound,
For that pure Southern rhythm that’s still to be found.
If you feel it too, let’s raise up our voices,
And bring back the essence, let’s make those choices.

Chorus:
Oh, where's that Southern soul?
The kind that heals the soul.
With a preacher's voice and a sinner's heart,
Those real emotions, where did they depart?

Outro:
So here's to the songs that made us believe,
In love, faith, and dreams we can still achieve.
Let’s find that rhythm, let’s make that call,
Together we'll rise, we’ll bring back it all.