Lyrics Tell Them Lord - The Wailers , Bob Marley

Tell them (tell them, Lord)
Where you got those socks, you steal them (ahh)
You couldn't get them, so you sell them (ahh)
That's the way you make your living

I said, "I can't get no work, and I can get no food
Can find no resting place
My bed is made of wood"

So, tell them Lord (tell them Lord)
That my body is stir up strife here (tell them, Lord)
Ah, tell them-a Lord (tell them Lord)
That my body is stir up strife here (tell them)

Tell them (tell them, Lord)
Where you got those socks, you steal them (ahh)
You couldn't get them, so you sell them (ahh)
That's the way you make your living

I said that, "I can't get no work, and I can get no food
Can find no resting place
My bed is made of wood"

So, tell them Lord (tell them Lord)
Mama ma mama ma ma ma ma (tell them Lord)
Mama ma, tell them Lord (tell them Lord)
That my body is stir up strife here (tell them, Lord)

Eh, every man (tell them, Lord)
Show your good job, obey (tell them)
You gonna hear this-