Whoa-a Natty congo
A dreadlock congo I
Whoa-a Natty congo
A blackman redemption
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart
Come we go burn down Babylon
One more time, Come we
Give Thanks and Praises to the Most High
Give Thanks and
When the race gets hard to run
It means you just
Love to see, when ya move in
The rhythm, I love
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Yeah
Well it's not easy,
Rastaman live up, Bongoman don't give up
Congoman live up, Bingyman
Stiff necked fools, you think you're cool
To deny me for
Up a cane river to wash my dread
Upon a rock
Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!);
Give thanks and
Rastaman, live up
Bongoman, don't give up
Congoman, live up, yeah
Binghi-man don
Stiff-necked fools, you think you are cool
To deny me for
