The Toasters
Текст песни Sweet Home Town Jamica

Sweet home town Jamaica
Where dem skies all blue
Sweet home town Jamaica
Lord I'm coming home to you

So when my soul was busy searchin'
Travelin' the world around, that's true
See many different smilin' faces
Some beautiful countries too
But no matter where and what I been to
It all lead right back to you
Somtin' forcefully be drawin' us home
Sweet Jamaica, all about you
So mi bredren what we gonna do?

A little lady on the corner
She sellin' fruit and veggie too
You can tell she ain't got no money
But she find a way to do what she do
Ghetto livin' some hard time
Jah will ever lead us on our way
But somehow, somewhere
There's got to be a better way
We lookin' forward to that day
So bredren what we gonna say?

Goin' down Jamaica
Where di good ganja grow
Jamaica people dem a love dat so
People come from east, west,
North and south
Big up a weed an run off di mouth
Some a dem a-angry, some a-bawl, some a-cry
Want a good weed fe a-burn inna I
Gonna tell dem de truth
No one a-tell dem a lie
When each and every youth
Give dem up alive