Woy-a, Natty Congo
A Dreadlock Congo I
Woy-a, Natty Congo
A black man redemption
Woy-oy, yeah, yeah
A black man redemption
Woy-oh, woo-woo
Woy-a, Natty Congo
A Dreadlock Congo I
Woy-a, Natty Congo
A black man redemption
Woy-oy, yeah, yeah
A black man redemption
Woy-oh, woo-woo
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation, triumphantly
These are the words of a frontier lad
Who lost his love when he turned bad
Take a message to Mary but don't tell her where I am
Take a message to Mary but don't say I'm in a jam
You can tell her I had to see the world or tell her that my ship set sail
You can say she'd better not wait for me but don't tell her I'm in jail
Oh, don't tell her I'm in jail
On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the window at the darkness
The boredom overtook us
And he began to speak
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Tell her try your best just to make it quick
Woman tend to the sick
'Cause there must be something she can do
This heart is broken in two
Tell her it's a case of emergency
There's a patient by the name of Gregory
Night nurse