Trench Town City

(Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoo-doo; Scoop, scoop wa-doo.)Up a cane river to wash my dread; Upon a rock I rest my head.

There I vision through the seas of oppression, oh-oo-wo! Don't make my life a prison.

We come from Trench Town, Trench Town (Trenchtown) -Most of them come from Trench Town.

We free the people with music (sweet music); Can we free the people with music (sweet music)? Can we free our people with music? - With music, With music, oh music! Oh-y, my head, In desolate places we'll find our bread, And everyone see what's taking place, oh-oo-wo! -Another page in history.

We come from Trench Town, Come from Trench Town; We come from Trench Town.