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1. |
| 5:54 | ||||
2. |
| 4:04 | ||||
3. |
| 3:59 | ||||
4. |
| 3:43 | ||||
5. |
| 4:43 | ||||
6. |
| 4:16 | ||||
7. |
| 5:32 | ||||
8. |
| 7:28 | ||||
9. |
| 4:02 | ||||
Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville
Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play his guitar like ringin' a bell yell Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sit beneath a tree in the railroad track Old engineer in the train sittin' in the shade Strummin' with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by would stop and say: "Oh my, oh my, what the boy can play" Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... Mama said: "Son, you gotta be a man, You got to be the leader of a reggae band People comin' in from miles around To hear you play until the sun goes down Boy, someday your name will be in the lights Sayin' JOHNNY - JOHNNY B. GOODE TONITE" I said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Said go, go Johnny! Johnny you better be good Said go, go Johnny! Johnny be good tonight! Go, go Johnny! Johnny B. Goode... |
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10. |
| 4:50 | ||||
11. |
| 4:47 | ||||
Don't care where you come from
As long as you're a black man You're an African No mind your nationality You have got the identity of an African 'Cause if you come from Clarendon And if you come from Portland And if you come from Westmoreland You're an African [Chorus] No mind your nationality You've got the identity of an African 'Cause if you come Trinidad And if you come from Nassau And if you come from Cuba You're an African [Chorus] No mind your complexion There is no rejection You're an African 'Cause if your plexion High High High If your complexion low, low, low And if your plexion in between You're an African [Chorus] No mind denomination That is only segregation You're an African 'Cause if you go to the Catholic And if you go to the Methodist And if you go to the Church of Gods You're an African [Chorus] No mind your nationality You have got the identity of an African 'Cause if you come from Brixton And if you come from Weesday And if you come from Wingstead And if you come from France Brooklyn Queens Manhattan Canada Miami Switzerland Germany Russia Taiwan |
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12. |
| 4:14 | ||||
I'm not gonna give it up
I'm not goin' I'm not gonna give it up I'm not goin' I will be fighting I've got to be fighting I will be fighting Til Africa And Africans are free I said that I been up there And I've seen poverty beyond compare I know slave drivers just don't care They just don't care Africa's the richest place But it has the poorest race And to me it's just a disgrace Just a disgrace Africans don't wait too long We gotta fight 'cause it's not wrong Won't you join in and sing this song Sing this song To be poor it's a hurtful pain Livin inna poverty it's a burning shame Help yourself 'cause man you're not lame You are not lame |
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13. |
| 4:58 | ||||
(CHORUS)
Get up, stand up Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight (2x) You, preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth I know you don't know What life is really worth It's not all that glitter is gold And half the story has never been told So now we see the light We gonna stand up for your rights Come on CHORUS Cause you know most people think A Great God will come from the skies Take away everything And left everybody dry But if you know what life is worth Then you would look for yours on earth And now you see the light We gonna stand up for your rights CHORUS We're sick and tired of this game of technology Humbly asking Jesus for his mercy We know and we know and understand Almighty Jah is a living man You fool some people sometimes But you can't fool all the people all the time And now we see the light We gonna stand up for our rights |
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14. |
| 7:38 | ||||