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(scoop, scoop, scoop, scoo-doo;
Scoop, scoop wa-doo.)
Up a cane river to wash my dread;
Upon a rock I rest my head.
There I vision through the seas of oppression, oh-oo-wo!
Don't make my life a prison.
We come from trench town, trench town (trenchtown) -
Most of them come from trench town.
We free the people with music (sweet music);
Can we free the people with music (sweet music)? Can we free our people with music? - with music,
With music, oh music!
Oh-y, my head,
In desolate places we'll find our bread,
And everyone see what's taking place, oh-oo-wo! -
Another page in history.
We come from trench town,
Come from trench town;
We come from trench town.
Lord we free the people with music (sweet music);
We free the people with music (sweet music);
We free our people with music,
With music, oh music (oh music)!
They say it's hard to speak;
They feel so strong to say we are weak;
But through the eyes the love of our people, oh-oo-wo!
They've got to repay.
We come from (trenchtown) trench town;
We come from (trenchtown) trench town;
Trench - trench town (trenchtown).
They say, can anything good come out of trench town? (trench - trenchtown)
That's what they say, (trenchtown); (trench - trenchtown)
Say (trench - trenchtown) we're the underprivileged people,
So (trenchtown) they keep us in chains:
Pay (trench - trenchtown) - pay - pay tribute to - (trenchtown).
We come from (trench - trenchtown);
We come from (trench - trenchtown);
Just because we come from trench town.
Not because we come from trench town;
Just because we come from (trenchtown). /fadeout/
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