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BACK TO MY WEST INDIA HOME
By Sam Manning
Said I’m leaving, leaving, leaving this town today
Sailing, sailing like a stowaway
Empty handed, broken-hearted, got no trunks to pack
But I am happy ‘cause I am going home and I ain’t coming back.
Back to my West India home where the coconuts grow
Back, back where I belong never to roam no more
I ain’t got no money, I’ve been broke for the longest time
But the folks will be glad to see me though I ain’t got a dime.
Oh yes, I am going right back with the flowers and the bees
Oh now I am hurrying back ‘neath the coconut trees
Over there don’t have to have the blues
Don’t need no overcoat, I wasn’t born with shoes
I’m just a rolling stone going back to my West India home.
Back to my West India home where the coconuts grow
Back, back where I belong never to roam no more
I ain’t got no money, been broke for the longest time
But the folks will be glad to see me though I ain’t got a dime.
I say, I am going right back with the flowers and the bees
Oh yes, I am hurrying back ‘neath the coconut trees
Over there don’t have to have the blues
Don’t need no overcoat, I wasn’t born with shoes
I’m just a rolling stone going back to my West India home.
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
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