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No woman, no cry |
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No woman, no cry |
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No woman, no cry |
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No woman, no cry |
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And I remember when we used to sit |
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In a government yard in Trenchtown |
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Oba, oba-serving the hypocrites |
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As we would mingle with the good people we meet |
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Good friends we have and good friends we've lost along the way |
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In this bright future we can't forget our 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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No woman, no cry |
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No woman, no cry |
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I remember when we used to sit |
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In a government yard in Trenchtown |
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And Georgie would make fire light |
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Log wood burnin' through the night |
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And we would cook corn meal porridge of |
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Which I'll share with you, mmm you and you |
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My feet is my only carriage now |
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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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Ev'rything's gonna be alright |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright well |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright well |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright |
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Ev'rything's gonna be alright |
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No woman, no cry |
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No woman, no cry |
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No woman, no cry |
