| I remember when we used to sit
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| In the government yard in Trenchtown,
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| Oba — obaserving the 'ypocrites
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| As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
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| Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost
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| Along the way.
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| In this great future, you can’t forget your past;
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| So dry your tears, I say.
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| No, woman, no cry;
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| No, woman, no cry.
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| 'Ere, little darlin', don’t shed no tears:
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| No, woman, no cry.
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| Said — said — said: I remember when-a we used to sit
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| In the government yard in Trenchtown.
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| And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
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| As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
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| Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
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| Of which I’ll share with you;
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| My feet is my only carriage,
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| So I’ve got to push on through.
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| But while I’m gone, I mean:
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| Everything’s gonna be all right!
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| Everything’s gonna be all right!
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| Everything’s gonna be all right!
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| Everything’s gonna be all right!
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| I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a!
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| Everything’s gonna be all right!
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| Everything’s gonna be all right, now!
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| Everything’s gonna be all right!
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| So, woman, no cry;
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| No — no, woman — woman, no cry.
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| Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears;
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| No, woman, no cry.
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| I remember when we used to sit
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| In the government yard in Trenchtown.
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| And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
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| As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
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| Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
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| Of which I’ll share with you;
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| My feet is my only carriage,
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| So I’ve got to push on through.
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| But while I’m gone:
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| No, woman, no cry;
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| No, woman, no cry.
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| Woman, little darlin', say don’t shed no tears;
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| No, woman, no cry.
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| Eh! |
| (Little darlin', don’t shed no tears!
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| No, woman, no cry.
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| Little sister, don’t shed no tears!
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| No, woman, no cry.) |