.(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
Don't make my life a prison
We come from Trench Town, Trench Town (Trenchtown)
Most of them come f.
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