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Ride Natty Ride (1986) - Bob Marley & The Wailers
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
Lead Vocals
Al Anderson
Al Anderson
Lead Guitar
Aston "Family Man" Barrett
Aston "Family Man" Barrett
Bass
Carlton Barrett
Carlton Barrett
Drums
Earl Lindo
Earl Lindo
Keyboards
I-Threes
I-Threes
Background Vocals
Junior Marvin
Junior Marvin
Lead Guitar
Tyrone Downie
Tyrone Downie
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Sadkin
Alex Sadkin
Producer
Errol Brown
Errol Brown
Assistant Engineer
Dennis Thompson
Dennis Thompson
Assistant Engineer
Philip Zadie
Philip Zadie
Assistant Engineer
Bob Marley & The Wailers
Bob Marley & The Wailers
Producer
Chiao Ng
Chiao Ng
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Rub, rub, rubby-doo-day Rum-pum-pum a-rum-pum-pum-pum Ooh yeah Dready got a job to do And he's got to fulfill that mission To see his hurt is their greatest ambition, yeah But-a we will survive in this world of competition 'Cause no matter what they do Natty keep on comin' through And no matter what they say-ay-ay-ay Natty de deh every day. yeah Natty Dread rides again Through the mystics of tomorrow Natty Dread rides again Have no fear, have no sorrow, yeah All and all you see but one Is to fight against Rastaman So they build their world in great confusion To force on us the devil's illusion But the stone that the builder refuse Shall be the head cornerstone And no matter what game they play Eh, we got something they could never take away We got something they could never take away And it's the fire (fire), it's the fire (fire) That's burning down everything Feel that fire (fire), the fire (fire) Only the birds have their wings, yeah No time to be deceived Oh, brothers, you should know and not believe Jah say this judgement - it could never be with water No water could put out this fire (fire) This fire (fire), this fire (fire) This fire (fire), a yaga y'all! Ride, Natty, ride! Go deh, Dready, go deh 'Cause now the fire is out of control Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold Everywhere this fiyah is burning Destroying and melting their gold Destroying and waisting their souls Go ride, Natty, ride! Go deh, Dready! Go deh! Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach And the leader try to make a speech But the Dreadies understandin' that it's too late Fire is burning Man, pull your own weight Fiyah is burning Man, pull your own weight Natty Dread rides again (Natty Dread rides again) And me say, Go deh, Dready! Go deh! (go deh, go deh) Oh ride, Natty, ride! (Dread rides again) And go deh, Dready! (Go deh, go deh) Ridin' through the storm Riding through the calm (go deh, go deh) Oh ride, Natty, ride Go deh, Dready, go deh Ride, Natty, ride Go deh, Dready, do deh
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