Текст песни Wailers, The — Rebel's Hop *3

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Why. why. why. why.
Doobe-doobe-do-by-dey.
Doobe-doobe-do-by-dey.
Doobe-doobe-do-by-dey.
Doobe-doobe-do-by-dey.

Walk the proud land my friends.
Walk the proud land my friends.
Walk the proud land my friends.
Walk the proud land my friends.

Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little, gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little, gimme little soul, oh Lord.

I got to keep on moving.
I've got to keep on moving.
I've got to keep on moving.
I've got to keep on moving.

Cloud 9, you can be what you wanna be.
Cloud 9, you ain't got no responsibility.
Cloud 9, every man, every man in the street.
Cloud 9, you're a million miles from reality.

Why. why. why. why.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little, gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little, gimme little soul, oh Lord.

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