Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,
There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
Stolen from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
I mean it, when I analyze the stench,
To me it makes a lot of sense,
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta ,
Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,
If you know your history,
Then you would know where you coming from,
Then you wouldn’t have to ask me,
Who the ‘eck …

one,two, three:
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love [2x]
From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,
My heart says follow t’rough.
But I know, now, that I’m way down on your line,
But the waitin’ feel is fine:
So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string,
‘Cause I know I have to do my thing.
Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb;
I wanna know when you’re gonna come – soon.
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love [3x]
‘Cause if summer is here,
I’m still waiting …

“Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right,
Singin’: “Don’t worry about a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”,
Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds,
Pitch by my doorstep,
Singin’ sweet songs,
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, (“This is my message to you-ou-ou:”)
Singin’: “Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”,
Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds,
Pitch by my doorstep,
Singin’ sweet songs,
Of melodies pure …

Red, red wine
Go to my head
Makes me forget that I
Still need her so
Red, red wine
It’s up to you
All I can do, I’ve done
Memories won’t go
Memories won’t go
I’d have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of you
Would leave my head
I was wrong
Now I find
Just one thing makes me forget
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don’t let me be alone
It’s tearin’ apart
My blue, blue heart
I’d have sworn
That with time
Thoughts of her
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing makes me forget
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don’t let me be alone
It’s tearin’ apart
My blue, blue …

UH !Bad boys watcha gon,watcha gon,watcha gonna do?
When they sudedongdong come for you?
Let me! Whatcha wanna do? When they come for you?
[Reff:]
Bad boys,bad boys whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do?
When they come for you?Bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
When you were eight and you had bad dreams you go to school
And that’s the golden rule,So why are you acting like a bloody fool
If you get hot then you must get cool!
[Reff:]
You chuck it down thas one [2x]
You chuck it …

No woman, no cry [4x]
Said said said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
Oba, ob-serving the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have had, oh good friends we’ve lost along the way
In this bright future you can’t forget your past
So dry your tears I say
No woman, no cry [2x]
Oh my Little sister, don’t she’d no tears
No woman, no cry
Said, said, said I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire …

Ridin’ down the road listenen’ to the radio,
You leaned over and you turned it up,
You said “baby this is it,
The one I wanted you to hear,
Don’t it sound just like us?”,
Up ’til then, all I’d ever listened to was,
A Little Sweet Home, Tuesday’s Gone,
And Workin’ Man blues,
This is my first love song,
First time I felt the words,
First time I sang along,
Whenever it comes on,
I just think of you and everything you do,
You’re my one, my from now on..
My first love song,
Baby I’m not who I was,
You gave me your love …

Down where I was born it was heaven on earth,
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt,
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright,
We raised cotton, and corn, a little cane, and kids,
You either lived on a farm or wish you did,
Jesus always walked close by our side,
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks,
There’s a lot about life we learned on a bus,
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss,
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got,
We were poor, we were …

You need hands, rough not soft
To come and warm you up up in that cold hayloft
Let me hold you little darling in my big strong arms
Can’t get these kind of muscles anywhere but a farm
[Reff:]
Hey I’m a country man a city boy can’t do the things I can
I can grow my own groceries and salt cure a ham
Hey baby I’m a country man
I’ve got a jeep with camouflage seats
That way nobody sees us parked back up in these trees
Your little iPod loaded down with Hoobastank
Don’t be a tape player hater …

I got smoke in my hair, My clothes thrown everywhere
Woke up in my rockin’ chair, Holdin’ a beer in my hand
Sportin’ a neon tan
My stereo cranked up
I can’t find my truck
How’d I get home from the club
Don’t have a clue what went down
So I started callin’ around
And all my friends say
I started shootin’ doubles
When you walked in
All my friends say
I went a little crazy
Seeing you with him
[Reff:]
You know I don’t remember a thing
But they say I sure was raisin’ some cain
I was a rock star, party hard
Gettin’ over you comeback …