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Bob Marley
Bob Marley


Background information
Birth name Robert Nesta Marley
Born February 6, 1945
Born place Nine Mile, Saint Ann, Jamaica
Died May 11, 1981
Death place Miami, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Ska
Reggae
Years active 1962—81
Associated acts The Wailers
Wailers Band
The Upsetters
I Threes
Website Website



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Bob Marley Album


Talkin' Blues (1991)
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Yeah, oh yeah, no!
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow too
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow too, yeah

I'm sayin talkin' blues, talkin' blues
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes
Talkin' blues, talkin' blues
Your feet is just too big for your shoes

I've been down on the rock so long
I seem to wear a permanent screw, yeah
I've been down on the rock so long
I seem to wear a permanent screw
But I'm gonna stare in the sun
Let the rays shine in my eyes
I'm gonna take a just a one step more
Cause I feel like bombing a church, now
Now that you know that the preacher is lying

So who's gonna stay at home
When, when the freedom fighters are fighting
Talkin' blues, talkin' blues
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, whoa
Talkin' blues, keep on, talkin' blues
They say, you hear what they say, didn't you hear?

Cold ground was my bed last night
Rock stone, rock stone, rock stone was my pillow
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow too

Sayin talkin' blues, talkin' blues
I seem to wear a permanent, permanent screw
Talkin' blues, talkin' blues
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes



. . .


This morning I woke up in a curfew;
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me;
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh!

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;
(Say we gonna burn and loot)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(One more thing)
Burnin' all pollution tonight;
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Burnin' all illusion tonight.

Oh, stop them!

Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the Roots Man take a blow.
All them drugs gonna make you slow now;
It's not the music of the ghetto. Eh!

Weeping and a-wailin' tonight;
(Who can stop the tears?)
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight;
(We've been suffering these long, long-a years!)
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
(Will you say cheer?)
Weeping and a-wailin' tonight
(But where?)

Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the Roots Man take a blow.
I must say: all them - all them drugs gonna make you slow;
It's not the music of the ghetto.

We gonna be burning and a-looting tonight;
(To survive, yeah!)
Burning and a-looting tonight;
(Save your baby lives)
Burning all pollution tonight;
(Pollution, yeah, yeah!)
Burning all illusion tonight
(Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!)

Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning all pollution tonight. /fadeout/

. . .


Ah ah
Uuh oh
I went downtown
I saw miss brown
She had brown sugar
All over her booga-wooga
I think I might join the fun
But I had to hit and run
See I just can't settle down
In a kinky part of town
Ride on
Don't you know I've got to, oh baby,
ride on,
See I just can't settle down
Oh I'm a leaving town
Kinky reggae, take me away
Kinky reggae now, oh,
Kinky Reggae
All I've got to say,
Kinky reggae now, oh ooo
Kinky Reggae
Oh baby
Kinky Reggae now,
Its gonna be
Kinky Reggae
Give it up
Kinky Reggae now
And i would say,
Ride on,
Ride on, ride on
Oh, ride on baby
Ride on,
Come on
Woah woah woah woah
Woah now, hay
I went down to picadilly circus
Down there I saw Marcus
He had a candy tart
All over his chocolate bar
I think I might join the fun
But I had to hit and run
See I just can't settle down
In a kinky kinky part of town
Nice one, that's what they say
But i'm a leaving you today
Oh darling, please dont play
Mama say mama say
Kinky Reggae
Kinky Reggae, uh
Kinky Reggae now
take it or leave it
Kinky Reggae
Believe it, hay
Kinky Reggae now
Kinky Reggae
It's gonna be, Kinky Reggae
Lucayayna
Skabadnjababm baby
Kinky Reggae now, oh
Ride on
Come on, yeah
Riding on, riding on
Ride on
Kinky Reggae, come on
Ride on
Hay, hay
Kinky, kinky
Kinky as kinky can be
Reggae, hay
Kinky Reggae
Let me hear you say now
Kinky Reggae now
Oh
It's Kinky Reggae
It's Kinky Reggae now
Take it away
Kinky Reggae
Kituwayna
Kinky Reggae now, oh
Ride on

. . .


Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. Come on!

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. Jah!

Get up, stand up! (Jah, Jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (Oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Don't give up the fight! (Life is your right!)
Get up, stand up! (So we can't give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (Lord, Lord!)
Get up, stand up! (Keep on struggling on!)
Don't give up the fight! (Yeah!)

We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (What you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

So you better:
Get up, stand up! (In the morning! Git it up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (Don't give it up, don't give it up!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! ( ... )
Don't give up the fight! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! ( ... )
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight!

. . .


Slave driver the table is turned
Catch a fire so you can get burned
Slave driver the table is turned
Catch a fire you're gonna get burned

Ev'ry time I hear the crack of the whip
My blood runs cold
I remember on the slave ship
How they brutalised our very souls
Today they say that we are free
Only to be chained in poverty
Good god, I think it's all illiteracy
It's only a machine that make money

Slave driver the table is turned

Slave driver the table is turned baby now
Catch a fire so you can get burned baby now
Slave driver the table is turned
Catch a fire so you can get burned

Ev'ry time I hear the crack of the whip
My blood runs cold
I remember on the slave ship
How they brutalised our very souls

Oh god have mercy on our souls

. . .


Why, why, why, why

Do be do be do by dey
Do be do be do by dey
Do be do be do by dey
Do be do be do by dey

Walk the proud land, my friends
Walk the proud land, my friends
Walk the proud land, my friends
Walk the proud land, my friends

Now why you come wheel and turn me
Now why you come wheel and turn me
Now why you come wheel and turn me
Go lick me belly 'pon the tamborina

I've got to keep on movin'
I've got to keep on movin'
I've got to keep on movin'
I've got to keep on movin'

Skank quadrille
Skank quadrille
Skank quadrille
Skank quadrille

Gimme licka solo, lord
Gimme licka, gimmie licka solo, lord
Gimme licka solo, lord
Gimme licka, gimmie licka solo, lord

Rude Boy rub
Rude Boy scrub
Rude Boy rub
Rude Boy scrub

I've got to keep on movin'
(I've got to) keep on movin'
(I've got to) keep on movin'
(I've got to) keep on movin'

Gimme licka, gimmie licka solo, lord
Gimme licka, gimmie licka solo, lord
Gimme licka, gimme licka, gimmie licka, gimmie licka solo, lord

Skank quadrille
Skank quadrille
Skank quadrille
Skank quadrille

I've got to keep on movin'
(I've got to) keep on movin'
(I've got to) keep on movin'
(I've got to) keep on movin'

Rude Boy run
This is a Rude Boy run
This is a Rude Boy action
This is a Rude Boy running
This is a Rude Boy action
This is a Rude Boy running
This is a Rude Boy action
This is a (fadeout)

. . .


Your teacher used to learn in school
How a cow flies over the moon
You teacher used to learn in school
How a dish run away with a spoon, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth of today

You teacher used teach about Christopher Columbus
And you said he was a very great man
You used to teach about Marco Polo
And you said he was a very great man, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth, not at all

When every Christmas comes around
You buy the youth a fancy toy
When every Christmas comes around
You buy the youth a fancy toy, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth, not at all

You teacher used teach about Pirate Hawkins
You teacher used teach about Pirate Morgan
And you said he was a very great man
You teacher used teach about Christopher Columbus
And you said he was a very great man
You teacher used teach about Marco Polo, so

You can't blame the youth
You can't fool the youth
You can't blame the youth of today

. . .


I hear the words of the rasta man say
Babylon your throne gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down

Said, I hear the words of the higher man say
Babylon your throne gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down

And I hear the angel with the seven seals
Babylon your throne's gone down, gone down
Babylon your throne gone down

I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home

One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home
One brlght morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home

I say fly away home to zion, fly away home
I say fly away to zion, fly away home
One bright morning when my work is over
Man will fly away home

. . .


Am do ui
You got to pay your dues ui
I´m do baby
ui
And im a do you too ui (one more time)
(hey
woman)
You´ve got your love
And i got mine
And then
we put then together
Cause they gonna work so fine
Still
i got the woman i got you on my mind

And i´ve got
together with you
And i´ve got to do it with you again(got
to say)

Do it with your back self 3x
(Thank you
woman)
Cause every man needs a woman
Every woman, every
woman needs a man
Closer together they would be
Cheering
the world so free
And love will fall apart
You´re still
in my...
Still i´ve got the woman i´ve got it on my
own
And i´ve got to do it with you
And i´ve got to do it
with you again(got to say)
Do it with your back self
3x
Every man needs a woman
Every woman, needs a
man
Closer together they would be
Cheering the world so
free
And love will fall apart
You´re still in
my...
Paz... Jah Bless!!!
Am do ui
You got to pay
your dues ui
I´m do baby ui
And im a do you too ui (one
more time)
(hey woman)
You´ve got your love
And i
got mine
And then we put then together
Cause they gonna
work so fine
Still i got the woman i got you on my
mind

And i´ve got together with you
And i´ve got to
do it with you again(got to say)

Do it with your back
self 3x
(Thank you woman)
Cause every man needs a
woman
Every woman, every woman needs a man
Closer
together they would be
Cheering the world so free
And
love will fall apart
You´re still in my...
Still i´ve
got the woman i´ve got it on my own
And i´ve got to do it
with you
And i´ve got to do it with you again(got to
say)
Do it with your back self 3x
Every man needs a
woman
Every woman, needs a man
Closer together they
would be
Cheering the world so free
And love will fall
apart
You´re still in my...

. . .


Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Fisherman row,to reep what you sow now
Tell you all I know,youґve got to let me go now
All youґve got to do is

Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Bend down low,let me tell you what I know

You keep on knockin but you canґt come in
I get to understand you been livin in sin
But if you love me woman walk right in
Iґve got a notch for your safety-pin
Bend down low.

Keep on knockin but you canґt come in
I get to understand you been livin in sin
But walk right in woman,sit right down
I will keep on lovin you,I will play the clown

Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Bend down low,let me tell you what I know


. . .


shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy
Oh, no, oh
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy
Ooh, ooh, ooh Yeah

All around in my hometown
They're tryin' to track me down, yeah
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy, for the life of a deputy
But I say, oh, now, now...

Oh, I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self defense
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I said, I shot the sheriff, Oh Lord
And they say it is a capital offense
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hear this

Sheriff John Brown always hated me
For what I don't know
Ev'ry time I plant a seed
He said, "Kill it before it grows."
He said, "Kill them before they grow."

And so, oh, now, now,
Read it in the news

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self defense
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Where was the deputy?
I said I shot the sheriff but I swear it was in self defense

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
All of a sudden I saw Sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down
So I shot, I shot, I shot him down
And I say, if I am guilty I will pay

I shot the sheriff, but I say, but I didn't shoot no deputy
Ooh, no, oh
I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy
Ooo, ooo, ooh

Reflexes had the better of me
And what is to be must be
Ev'ry day the bucket a-go-a well
One day the bottom a-go drop out
One day the bottom a-go drop out
I say, I, I, ...

I, I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot the deputy, no
(Repeat)


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