REBEL MUSIC (3 O'CLOCK ROADBLOCK)

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I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Why can't we roam this open country
Oh why can't we be what we want to be
We want to be free

3 o'clock - roadblock, curfew
And I've got to throw away
Yes I've got to throw away
Yes I've got to throw away
My little herb stalk

I, rebel music
I, rebel music

Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
3 o'clock - roadblock
And hey Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now

I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
3 o'clock - roadblock
And hey Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now.

I SHOT THE SHERIFF

(Bob Marley)

(I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no!  Oh!
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)
Yeah!  All around in my home town,
They're tryin' to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

Oh, now, now.  Oh!
(I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff.
(But I swear it was in selfdefence.)
Oh, no!  (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh)  Yeah!
I say: I shot the sheriff - Oh, Lord! -
(And they say it is a capital offence.)
Yeah! (Ooh, ooh, oo-oh)  Yeah!

Sheriff John Brown always hated me,
For what, I don't know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow -
He said kill them before they grow.
And so:

Read it in the news:
(I shot the sheriff.)   Oh, Lord!
(But I swear it was in self-defence.)
Where was the deputy?   (Oo-oo-oh)
I say: I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence.  (Oo-oh)  Yeah!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down,
So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say:
If I am guilty I will pay.

(I shot the sheriff,)
But I say (But I didn't shoot no deputy),
I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no!
(I shot the sheriff.)   I did!
But I didn't shoot no deputy.  Oh!  (Oo-oo-ooh)

Reflexes had got the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket a-go a well,
One day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom a-go drop out.
I say:

I - I - I - I shot the sheriff.
Lord, I didn't shot the deputy.  Yeah!
I - I (shot the sheriff) -
But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah!  No, yeah! 

NATTY DREAD

(Alan cole; Rita Anderson)

Dread, Natty Dread now,    (Natty Dread)
Dreadlock Congo Bongo I.   (Natty Dread)
Natty Dreadlock in a Babylon:         (Natty Dread)
A dreadlock Congo Bongo I.            (Natty Dread)
Eh!  Children get your culture        (Natty Dreadlock)
And don't stay there and gesture, a-ah,         (Natty Dreadlock)
Or the battle will be hotter          (Natty Dreadlock)
And you won't get no supper.          (Natty Dreadlock)

Natty Dread, Natty Dread, now;        (Natty Dread)
A dreadlock Congo Bongo I.            (Natty Dread)
Natty Dreadlock in a Babylon -        (Natty Dread)
Roots Natty, Roots Natty! (Natty Dread)

Then I walk up the first street,      (Natty Dreadlock)
And then I walk up the second street to see.    (Natty Dreadlock)
Then I trod on through third street, (Natty Dreadlock)
And then I talk to some Dread on fourth street. (Natty Dreadlock)
Natty Dreadlock in a fifth street,    (Natty Dreadlock)
And then I skip one fence to sixth street.      (Natty Dreadlock)
I've got to reach seventh street:     (Natty Dreadlock)
Natty Dreadlock Bingy Bongo I         (Natty Dread)
Natty dread, Natty Dread, now,        (Natty Dread)
Roots Natty Congo I.       (Natty Dread)

Oh, Natty, Natty,
Natty 21,000 miles away from home, yeah!
Oh, Natty, Natty,
And that's a long way
For Natty to be from home.

Don't care what the world seh;        (Natty Dread)
I'n'I couldn't never go astray.       (Natty Dread)
Just like a bright and sunny day:     (Natty Dread)
Oh, we're gonna have things our way. (Natty Dread)
Natty Dread, Natty Dreadlock,         (Natty Dreadlock)
Dreadlock Congo Bongo I.   (Natty Dreadlock)
Don't care what the world seh;        (Natty Dreadlock)
I'n'I gonna have things our way.      (Natty Dreadlock)
If a egg Natty in a the red -         (Natty Dreadlock)
If a egg Natty in a the red.          (Natty Dreadlock)
Natty Dread, Natty Dreadlock.

SLAVE DRIVER

(Bob Marley)

Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh.   Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh.
Slave driver, the table is turn;  (catch a fire)
Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn;  (catch a fire)
Catch a fire: gonna get burn.  (catch a fire)  Wo, now!

Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip,
My blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship,
How they brutalize the very souls.
Today they say that we are free,
Only to be chained in poverty.
Good God, I think it's illiteracy;
It's only a machine that makes money.
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all.  Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh.

Slave driver, uh!   The table is turn, baby, now; (catch a fire)
Catch a fire, so you can get burn, baby, now.  (catch a fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire)
Catch a fire: so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire)

Ev'rytime I hear the crack of a whip,
My blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship,
How they brutalize the very soul.

O God, have mercy on our souls!
Oh, slave driver, the table is turn, y'all;  (catch a fire)
Catch a fire, so you can get burn.   (catch a fire)
Slave driver, the table is turn, y'all; (catch a fire)
Catch a fire ...

TRENCHTOWN ROCK

(Bob Marley)

One good thing about music, when it hits ya (you feel no pain);
Wo-wo-wo, I say: One good thing about music, when it hits ya
(you feel no pain):
Hit me with music, yeah!  Hit me with music now!
This is: (Trenchtown Rock)  Don't watch that!
(Trenchtown Rock)   Big fish or sprat now!
(Trenchtown rock)   You reap what you sow.
(Trenchtown Rock)   And only Jah-Jah know.
(Trenchtown Rock)   I never turn my back.
(Trenchtown Rock)   I give the slum a try.
(Trenchtown Rock)   I never let the children cry,
(Trenchtown Rock)   'Cause you got to tell Jah - Jah why.
(Groovin')  It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin')  It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin')  It's Kingston 12, now;
(Groovin')  It's Kingston 12.
(No want you fe galang so), oh no!
(No want you fe galang so), scaba-dip, scaba!
(You want come cold I up), scaba-diba-dip!  Scaba-dip, scaba-dip!
(But you can't come cold I up)
Wo - wo - wo, I'm a groover,
And the world know by now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, y'all!

Oh now, I say: you feel no pain now;
One good thing about music
When it hits ya (you feel no pain) - feel no pain:
Hit me with music, now - wo now!
Hit me with music now!
Hit me with music!)   'Arder!  Brutalize me!
(Hit me with music!)
This is: (Trenchtown Rock)  I say don't watch that,
(Trenchtown Rock)   If you are big fish or sprat;
(Trenchtown Rock)   You reap what you sow -
(Trenchtown Rock)   I - everyone know now
(Trenchtown Rock)   Don't turn your back!
(Trenchtown Rock)   I say, give a slum a try;
(Trenchtown Rock)   Never let the children cry
(Trenchtown Rock)   Or you got to tell Jah - Jah why.

(Groovin')  It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin')  It's Kingston 12;
(Groovin')  I said, it's Kingston 12 now!
(Groovin')  Wo - wo - wo - wo, it's Kingston 12.
(No want you fe galang so)  Since I told you that
(No want you fe galang so)  We should live with love.
(You want come cold I up)   And I don't do that ...
(But you can't come cold I up)  I look da now!
And then it's Kingston 12.  Uh!

Good God, look a-here now! (you feel no pain)  Uh!
Hit me with music, yeah!  Come on!  (Hit me with music)
(Hit me with music), oh my brother! (Hit me with music) Brutalize me!
(Hit me with music!)   Oh hurt me!   (Hit me with music)
We can trash this ourselves!
(Hit me with music)
(Trenchtown Rock)   Don't call no cop!
(Trenchtown Rock)   We can trash things ourselves!
(Trenchtown Rock)   Got no stacks on no shelves!
But let me tell ya, behave yourselves!
(Trenchtown Rock)

CONCRETE JUNGLE

(Bob Marley)

No sun will shine in my day today;  (no sun will shine)
The high yellow moon won't come out to play:
  (that high yellow moon won't come out to play)
I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light,
(and the stage) And the stage my day into night, yeah.
Where is the love to be found?  (oo-ooh-ooh)
Won't someone tell me?
'Cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found -
  (must be somewhere for me)
Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!),
Where the living is harder (la-la!).

Concrete jungle (la la-la!):
Man you got to do your (la la-la!) best.  Wo-ooh, yeah.
No chains around my feet,
But I'm not free, oh-ooh!
I know I am bound here in captivity;
G'yeah, now - (never, never) I've never known happiness;
(never, never) I've never known what sweet caress is -
Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown;
Won't someone help me?   'Cause I (sweet life) -
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
  (must be somewhere for me), he-yeah! -
In this a concrete jungle (la la-la!):
I said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh!
Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now.
  Hey!   Oh, now!
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/Guitar solo/
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I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found
  (must be somewhere for me)
Oh, instead: concrete jungle (la-la!) - collusion (la-la!) -
  confusion (confusion).  Eh!

Concrete jungle (la-la!):  baby, you've got it in.
Concrete jungle (la la-la!), now.  Eh!
Concrete jungle (la la-la!).

What do you stand(?) for me (la-la!), now?

MIDNIGHT RAVERS

(Bob Marley)

Do-do-do.   Do-do-do.  Do-do-do.
(You can't tell the woman from the man)
No, I say you can't, 'cause they're dressed in the same pollution;
  (dressed in the same pollution)
Their mind is confused with confusion
With their problems since they've no solution:
They become the midnight ravers.

Someone say:
(Please, don't let me down!)
  Oh, please, don't let me - ee-ya-bab, oh, please don't let me down!
(Midnight) Midnight ravers! (ravers) Midnight ravers!
(Please don't) Oh, please, please,
  don't let me down, down, down, down, down!
Don't let me down;
Don't let me down.

I see ten thousand chariots  (ah-ah-ah-ah)
And they coming without horses;  (coming without horses)
The riders - they cover their face,  (ah-ah-ah-ah)
So you couldn't make them out in smoky place -
  (make them out in smoky places)
In that musical stampede, where everyone is doing their thing.
Musical stampede - people swingin';
Musical stampede.   Someone say:
People, ride on!   (keep a-ridin'!)
(keep a-ridin'!)   Ride on!
(keep a-ridin'!)   Midnight ravers!
People, ride on!   (keep a-ridin'!)
(keep a-ridin'!)   Ride on!
(keep a-ridin'!)   Midnight ravers!

I can't tell my woman from the man:
She is dressed in the same pollution; (dressed in the same pollution)
Her mind is confused with confusion:
To my problem seems there's never - never no solution!

I've become a night-life raver
And I'm beggin' you, (please) please, please -
  oh, beel-ya-ba-ba - please don't ya let me down!

(Night-life ravers)   Night-life ravers!  Night-life ravers!
Oh, please, please, please, please, don't let me down.
Don't let me down;
Don't let me down!

I see ten thousand chariots  (ah-ah-ah-ah)
And they coming without horses;  (coming without horses)
The riders they cover their face,  (ah-ah-ah-ah)
So you couldn't make them out in smoky place -
In that musical stampede, oh!
It's the musical stampede.  Ride on!
It's the musical stampede, some preacher say!
People ride on! (keep a-ridin'!)
(keep a-ridin'!)   Ride on!
(keep a-ridin'!)   Midnight ravers!
A-ride on!   (keep a-ridin'!)
(keep a-ridin'!)   Ride on!
(keep a-ridin'!)   Midnight ravers!
Ride on, y'all! (keep a-ridin'!)
(keep a-ridin'!)   Ride on!
(keep a-ridin'!)   Midnight ravers!
Ride on! (keep a-ridin'!)
(keep a-ridin'!)   Don't let me down, midnight ravers!
  (keep a-ridin'!)
Midnight ravers, don't let me down!  (keep a-ridin'!)
Don't let me down - don't let me down!  (keep a-ridin'!)
Well, I'm comin'!
I got too much talkin'.

TALKIN' BLUES

(Legon Cogill; Carlton Barrett)

Yeah!  Oh, yeah!   Now!
Cold ground was my bed last night   (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too;        (doo-oo-oo-oo-oo!)
Cold ground was my bed last night   (bed last night)
And rock was my pillow, too.  Yeah!

I'm saying: talkin' blues (talkin' blues),
    talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes. (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Your feet is just too big for your shoes.           (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)

Yeah, I've been down on the rock for so long,     (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw;       (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
I've been down on the rock for so long,           (so long)
I seem to wear a permanent screw.       (screw-oo-oo-oo-oo)
But-a I - I'm gonna stare in the sun,
Let the rays shine in my eyes.
I - I'm a gonna take a just-a one step more
'Cause I feel like bombin' a church -
Now - now that you know that the preacher is lyin'.
So who's gonna stay at home
When - when the freedom fighters are fighting?

Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, woe-oh-oh-oh!
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), keep on talkin' blues (talkin' blues);
They say - you hear what they say -
Didn't you hear?

Cold ground was my bed (bed last night),
Rockstone - rockstone - rockstone was my pillow;
Cold ground was my bed last night (bed last night),
And rock was my pillow, too.

Sayin': (talkin' blues, talkin' blues):
I seem to wear a permanent screw - permanent screw.
Talkin' blues (talkin' blues), talkin' blues (talkin' blues):
Feet is just too big for your shoes.   (shoe-oo-oo-oo-oo)