In My Arms

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 analyse 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 heck do I think I am I'm just a Buffalo Soldier In the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Said he was fighting on arrival Fighting for survival Said he was a Buffalo Soldier Win the war for America Dreadie, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe (Repeat) Buffalo Soldier, trotting through the land Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand Trotting through the land, yea, yea Said he was a Buffalo Soldier Win the war for America Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Driven from the mainland To the heart of the caribbean Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe (Repeat) Treading through San Juan In the arms of America Treading through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta Woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yeo yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe