400 years (400 years, 400 years. Wo-o-o-o)
And it's the same
All twinklin' lee
Can't see the right rose when the streams
We refuse to be
What you wanted us to be
We are
Back out: this is the rout!
Back out, and shut your
Whoa-A Natty Congo
A Dreadlock Congo
Whoa-A Natty Congo
A Blackman Redemption
W
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:
There was a Buffalo Soldier in
By the rivers of babylon
where we sat down
and there
Here I am, walking down the street
(walk walk walk
Come we go burn down Babylon one more time
Come we
Coming in from the cold
In this life, in this life,
The stone that the builder refuse
Will always be the head
Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of
(Ooh-ooh, hoo-hoo-hoo! Ooh-ooh hoo-hoo!)
Cry to me, now;
You gonna cry to
Huh, please don't you rock my boat
'Cause I don't want
Yes, me friend, me friend
Dem set me free again
Yes, me
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