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SWEET TRINIDAD
By Lord Funny (1966)
Foreigners always asking me why in Trinidad people so happy
What to do? Man, I have to tell them the truth
I say, a man could sleep until 10 o' clock
Get up and still he ent late for work
Wey he hurrying for? He getting transport in front he door.
And is poke a poke, they going all day
And on pay day still draw a big fat pay
If they like, they could call a big strike.
Chorus:
So I tell them, sweet, sweet Trinidad, fus I love this country bad
I doh want to leave at all ever since I small
Look I bawling, sweet, sweet Trinidad! Brother, fus I feeling glad
When I dead, please bury me in the center of the city.
We got we big oilfields just in the South
We have all kind of thing to talk about
No regret, you just have to get up and get
And anytime things a little bad
Man, you have a garden in your backyard
And don't doubt, the food almost in your mouth
We got women, colour class or creed
Any kind of a woman that you need, you could bet,
The sweetest woman you could get.
Chorus:
So I tell them, sweet, sweet Trinidad, fus I love this country bad
I doh want to leave at all ever since I small
Look I bawling, sweet, sweet Trinidad! Brother, fus I feeling glad
When I dead, please bury me in the center of the city.
In Trinidad, crime don't pay
No, it cyah happen down here no day
And of course, we got the brilliant Police Force
Them young fellahs, they ent want no work
Man they liming and feting ‘round the clock
And yes friend, dey always have money to spend.
Dem beggars, wey de want a house for
When they could sleep in front ah any store
And if you see the beautiful city!
Chorus:
So I tell them, sweet, sweet Trinidad, fus I love this country bad
I doh want to leave at all ever since I small
Look I bawling, sweet, sweet Trinidad! Brother, fus I feeling glad
When I dead, please bury me in the center of the city.
We got steelband music, sweet for so
And don't talk about we sweet calypso
Bacchanal when it come to the Carnival
And if you see how the island progressing
Every day is new plans that they making
Sun or rain, men down here ent play they got brain
Man, if I got to tell you ‘bout here
It going to take me more than a year
As you see, a happiness killing we.
Chorus:
So I tell you, sweet, sweet Trinidad, fus I love this country bad
I doh want to leave at all ever since I small
Look I bawling, sweet Trinidad! Brother, fus I feeling glad
When I dead, please bury me in the center of the city.
[Sweet, sweet Trinidad, fus I love this country bad Yes! Tell you!
[Sweet, sweet Trinidad]...
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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