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Jah know His true, believer It's a fact that I was born Grown and also schooled In this ticklish ghetto And no one can I push around Natty know, Natty dreadlock knows For I know the roots People go to work in the burning sun And when we get our pay We just cant take home none But by the sweat of our brows We shall all eat bread So work on, natty work on yeh Natty work on yeh Till Jah Jah come So work on, natty work on yeh Natty work on yeh Till Jah Jah come For sometime it's hard, hard, hard, hard so hard So very hard, my friend, to get a job When you work on all day and get pay and walk on the streets, I say Gun man they all want to shoot you down And that is a plot why People got to work in the burning sun And when we get our pay We just can't take home none But by the sweat of our brows We shall all eat bread So work on, Natty work on, yeh Natty work on, yeh Till Jah Jah come Work on, Natty work on, yeh Till Jah Jah come Natty never get, never get weary No yeah, never yet, never yet Jah know People got to work in the burning sun And when we get our pay We just can't take home none But by the sweat of our browns We shall all eat bread So work on, Natty work on, yeh Work on on Natty, yeh Till jah Jah come So work on, Natty work on, yeh Work on, yeh Natty, yeh Till Jah Jah come Jah Jah want no sluggard in Zion Till Jah Jah come People got to work, yeah Do the best you can
Writer(s): Lloyd Syl Dayes, Joseph Constantine Hill, Albert George Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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