No Money, No Love [Song]

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NO MONEY, NO LOVE
By Mighty Sparrow

Ivy pack up she clothes to leave because John was down and out
All alone he was left to grieve, she had a next man in South
She said openly, she say, "I really love you Johnny,
But you ain't have no money so what will my future be,
Even though you say you love me?"

Chorus:
We can't love without money.
No, we can't make love on hungry belly.
Johnny, you will be the only one I am dreaming of
You're my turtle dove but no money, no love!

If you hear how he plead with she to get her to understand
"Listen, mister," she tell Johnny, "Leggo my blasted hand!
I make up my mind, we got to break up this lime."
She say, "Poverty is a crime. You got no money,
Still you tangling me all the blinking time." And what she mean...

Chorus:
We can't love without money.
No, we can't make love on hungry belly.
Johnny, you'll be the only one I am dreaming of
You're my turtle dove. No money, no love!

"Gentleman, let me tell you plain,"
She said, "I don't want to make a scene.
But if you only touch me again, police go intervene!
You ain't got a blasted cent. I couldn't even pay my rent.
I had to give up my apartment. You give me nothing to eat,
Now you want me to sleep on the pavement?"

Chorus:
We can't love without money.
We can't make love on hungry belly.
Johnny, you'll be the only one I am dreaming of
You're my turtle dove but, no money, no love!

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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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Mighty Sparrow! Thing to cry and I laughing.

"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