Trini To The Bone [Song]

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TRINI TO THE BONE
By David Rudder & Carl Jacobs

Islands in the sun, Islands in the fun.

Welcome, welcome one and all to the land of fete
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
When it come to bacchanal, well, they can't beat we yet
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
Look, sweet women parade abundantly
The brethren, they full of energy
Some people say God is a Trini
Paradise on earth convincing me
God gave us a spirit fiery
But nothing in the world don’t bother we
But look a smart man gone with we money
We still come out and mash up the party!

Chorus:
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

[Oh oh oh] From Toco to Caroni
[Oh oh oh] Maraval to Sans Souci
[Oh oh oh] From Scarborough to Cocorite
[Oh oh oh] Profiling on Frederick Street.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

All these years I spent abroad in the cold, longing to be home
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
God, I pray that some sweet day, I will no longer have to roam
Trini to the bone, Trini to the bone
The problems we have are plain to see
We prove we could stand the scrutiny
All and all, a true democracy
How we vote, is not how we party
There's no place like home, some people say
Though some have to leave to make their way
But in their hearts I know their destiny
So come home and big up the country.

Chorus:
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Lord, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Lord, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

[Oh oh oh] From Couva to Signal Hill
[Oh oh oh] Arima to Charlotteville
[Oh oh oh] Matelot down to Port-of-Spain
[Oh oh oh] We playin' mas, sun or rain.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be.

[Rudder chant]

Look ah Trini gyal dey, she breaking away
Tobago gyal, oh, what a bacchanal
The men gone wild, they making dey style
The gyal look back, they on de attack
The style just change, man re-arrange
The fete gone clear, 'cause nothing can compare to a Trini rising
Oh no, no, nothing can compare to a Trini rising.

As crazy as we might seem to be, we still try to be a family
Indian, African or a Chinee, Syrian, French-Creole or Portugee
We blessed with a spirit fiery
Some people say God is a Trini
Sweet women parade abundantly
Now the problem is plain to see.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up this country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] No place in this world I'd rather be
[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

[Oh oh oh] Westmoorings to Los Iros
[Oh oh oh] From Sando to Mayaro
[Oh oh oh] From Penal to Grande Riviére
[Oh oh oh] Sweetness in abundance everywhere.

[Sweet, sweet T and T] Oh, how I love up mih country
[Sweet, sweet T and T] All this sugar can't be good for me.

No no no no
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah. Uhmmm
Sweet T and T.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare