No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry. No woman, no cry. . And I remember when we used to sit. In a government yard in Trenchtown. Oba, oba-serving the hypocrites.
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in brooklyn. Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet. Good friends we had.
Well, we bursted out of class. Had to get away from those fools. We learned more from a three-minute record, baby. Than we ever learned in school. Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound.