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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wailers
Vocals
Bob Marley
Guitar
Alvin "Seeco" Patterson
Percussion
Carlton Barrett
Drums
Earl Lindo
Keyboards
Peter Tosh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Marley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Wailers
Producer
Phil Brown
Recording Engineer
Phil Ault
Recording Engineer
Jeff Glixman
Mixing Engineer
Carl Cadden-James
Mixing Engineer
Letras
It's not always the side one, yeah
But this one
They say this morning I woke up in a curfew
Everybody is a prisoner, haha
This morning I woke up in a curfew
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me now
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
I say
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss? Eh!
All that we got, it seems we have lost
We must have really paid the cost
(That's why we gonna be)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
We're burnin' and a-lootin' tonight
We're burnin' all pollution tonight
We're burnin' all illusion tonight
Give me the food and let me grow now
Let the Roots Man take a blow
I'll say, leave all them drugs
Gonna make you slow. God!
It's not a music from the ghetto
I will say
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
We weeping and we wailin' tonight
We weeping and we wailin', weeping and a-wailin', weeping and a-wailin'
Ah ah, ah ah, ah ah
How many rivers do we have to cross
Before we can talk to the boss?
All that we've got, it seems we have lost
Then we must have really paid the cost, yeah!
If I will say, melody afana tiku tiku kulubulufa
Did you run out when I run away?
Did you run away?
Did you run away? Did you run away?
I would say, did he stay?
Did you run away?
Did he?
Give I the food and let I grow now
And let the Roots Man take a blow. Lord!
If all them drugs gon' make you slow
What is gonna happen to the music of the ghetto?
We weeping and we wailin' tonight
We weeping and we wailin' tonight
Na na na na, jubi duba, jubi duba
This morning I woke up in a curfew
O God, I was a prisoner, too
I say, I could not recognize the faces standing over me
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality
I say, I say
What did I say?
If I could say what I, what I really want to say
I bet they would, they would take me away
Lord, na na na na na
What an experience
To wake up every morning in a
What an experience
It's a curfew
Good God, it's a curfew
I say, it's a curfew
Lord it's a curfew, it's a curfew
It's a, it's a, it, it, it, not, not
Not really want it
But, but, but I say the good suffer for the bad
This morning, children I don't wanna
I just don't wanna sing this song
'Cause this morning you want an experience
Did I say I woke up by my woman gone
And I wake with my kids
Good God
She left the load sticking in the door
Say shits may cope in
That's too hard
Writer(s): Bob Marley
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