African Woman

Price of food, yes, is up so high

Have nothing to eat, makes my sweet woman cry tears from her eyes

The place we live in, we won't be there for long, no

We can't afford to pay the rent, we got to move along, move along, move along, yeah

I try to make it in a nine to five, yes I did, yeah

'Cause I'm a musician and I've got to survive, want to survive

I know many tunes, but I never, never, never sung a song

Oh, I just get a drum when it comes along, so I'm singing it, yeah

Sweet lady, I said dry your eyes

Beg you to stop crying 'cause the sun soon rise

Ooh hey, you can't start your day crying, crying that way

Uh uh hey, there's got to be a much better way

You African woman, black queen

African woman, black queen

I really love you, African woman, black queen

My African woman, black queen

Trials and corruptions inna my way yes

I've got to rush about, got to rush about all day

Tell him Just like the bee that makes the honeycomb

I'm a king man, and I've got to got to have a queen right there in my home

Sweet lady, I beg you to dry your eyes Stop crying

Whoa oh

Stop crying 'cause the sun soon rise

You can't you can't start your day crying that way woah oh

Deep down inside I know there's got to be a much better way

You African woman, black queen

My African woman, black queen

African, African woman, black queen

Whoa, my African woman, black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen

Black queen