Текст песни Hand Cart Bwoy - Perfect
Princess
just
hold
on
pon
I
and
I
hand
I
will
never
mek
the
I
falter
[
The
journey
soon
ends
[soon
be
over]
See
I
and
I
gates
upon
the
rock
deh
She
get
whole
heap
a
love
and
joy
from
the
hand
cart
bwoy
Bobo
Youth
whose
name
Fitzroy
Round
a
market
mi
juggle
pepper
and
pak
choi
She
never
know
she
woulda
deh
wid
I
She
get
whole
heap
a
love
and
joy
from
the
hand
cart
bwoy
A
the
same
likkle
bobo
youth
whose
name
Fitzroy
Round
a
market
mi
juggle
pak
choi
She
never
know
she
woulda
deh
wid
I
I'm
trodding
from
the
mountains
Pon
mi
foot
a
pure
red
dirt
Crucus
bag
dem
stitch
up
and
the
cabbage
well
cut
Bout
a
dozen
I-trate
pon
mi
shirt
I've
got
peppers,
some
ripe
bananas
and
some
peanuts
I
met
this
princess
in
the
market
standing
by
the
culvert
I
could
see
that
all
she
need
was
I
and
I
comfort
Sey
she
come
from
up
a
River
Gut
But
she's
coming
home
to
my
little
hut
She
always
Admire
when
I
glorify
the
King
And
how
I
seal
my
turban
each
and
every
morning
Sipping
a
little
water
from
the
spring
I
push
my
cart
and
dance
and
sing
Oh
what
a
loving,
caring
woman
you
are
And
what
I
am
thankful
for?
She
never
tek
no
money
from
no
superstar
I'll
be
there
for
you
no
matter
what's
the
circumstnce
Rastafari
is
the
light
from
a
distance
Princess
trod
on
and
skillful
guidance
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