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Many thanks to Mike Taylor for transcribing many of the lyrics. More of his transcriptions can be found at Johnny's Library of Bob Marley Lyrics
Get Up, Stand Up
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Preacher man don't tell me
Heaven is under the earth
I know you don't know
What life is really worth
It's not all the glitters is gold
Half the story has never been told
So now you see the light
Stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Most people think
Great good will come from the skies
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high
But if you know what life is worth
You would look for yours on earth
And now you've seen the light
You stand up for your rightsGet up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
We're sick and tired of all your ism-skism game
Die and go to heaven in Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light
We gonna stand up for our rights!
Oh, you better:
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fightGive Thanks And Praises
Give thanks and praises to the Most High
Give thanks and praises so High
He will not deceive us my brethren
He will only lead us again
Oh take that veil from off of your eyes
Look into the future of realise
Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japhet
And in Ham is known to be the Prophet
Glory to JAH the Prophet is come
Through all these ages
Glory to JAH the Prophet has come
Through all these stages
When my soul was hurtin deep within
And I'm worring to be free, desperately, yeah
So guide and protect I and I oh JAH, JAH
Through all these ages
Guide and protect I and I oh JAH, JAH
Through all these stagesRastafari is His Name, JAH Rastafari is His Name, JAH
If JAH didn't love I, If I didn't love I
If JAH didn't love I, If I didn't love I
Would I be around today
Would I be around to say
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praisesGuava Jelly
You said you love me
I said I|love you
why won't you stop your crying
Dry your weeping eyes
You know that I love, I love, I love, I love you so
da-da-dam da-da-damsel
Here I am me said, Come rub it 'pon me belly with you Guava JellyDa-da-da da-da-damsel
Here I stand, come rub it 'pon me belly with you Guava Jelly
I really, really, I really love you
Yes, I really, really love you, child.Guiltiness
Guiltiness (talkin' 'bout guiltiness)
Pressed on their conscience. Oh yeah.
And they live their lives (they live their lives)
On false pretence everyday -
each and everyday. Yeah.
These are the big fish
Who always try to eat down the small fish,
just the small fish.
I tell you what: they would do anything
To materialize their every wish. Oh yeah-eah-eah-eah.
Say: Woe to the downpressors:
They'll eat the bread of sorrow!
Woe to the downpressors:
They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow!
Woe to the downpressors:
They'll eat the bread of sorrow!
Oh, yeah-eah! Oh, yeah-eah-eah-eah!Guiltiness
Pressed on their conscience. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
These are the big fish
Who always try to eat down the small fish,
just the small fish.
I tell you what: they would do anything
To materialize their every wish. Oh, yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah.
But: Woe to the downpressors:
They'll eat the bread of sorrow!
Woe to the downpressors:
They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow!
Woe to the downpressors:
They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow!
Oh, yeah-eah! Oh yeah-e-e-e-e-e!
Guiltiness. Oh yeah. Ah!
They'll eat the bread of sorrow everyday.
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