­Three Black Sheep

 

(C) (P)  2010 Arthur Davenport, Good Read Music, LLC, all rights reserved.

 

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This song came out all in a rush one day while staying at a guest house in Warrenton, Va during the early summer of 1990. It is an allegorical autobiography of sorts. Dedicated to Jah, Bob Marley and Clinton Fearon.

 

Dis da kine story ‘bout da life of a flock, an all da kine sheep, wit da natty kine locks.

To overcome da master of greed, dey stay togeddah in Jah family!

 

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Bm – Em – F#m – Bm (Breaks/Instrumental Parts)

 

Bm

Daddy was a big ram, he still was a sheep.

Em                                      Bm

Big ram does not company keep.

     Bm

He jump to the rock to keep from falling down.

Em                                   F#m       Bm

Jump up, jump out, jump in, jump down.

 

Bm

Big bad Babylon, he own that rock.

Em                                                           Bm

Daddy stay, he got to pay a big piece of stock.

Bm

Babylon say: “If you want to dig the gold,

       Em                                         F#m                 Bm

You got to give your life to it, you got to sell your soul”.

 

Bm

Pay up, sell out, cash in, put down,

Em                           F#m       Bm

If you want to live in Babylon town.

 

Bm

Daddy was a big ram, he still was a sheep.

Em                                 Bm

Big ram had a family to feed.

Bm

He say “OK Babylon, me graze your wheat.

Em                                                   F#m            Bm

Me jump to your rock, though your price be steep.”

 

Bm

Big bad Babylon, he own that rock,

Em                                                                Bm

“I’m the king of pain, you must listen when I talk”.

             Bm              

He say: “Jump to me rock, ‘cause here comes a wave,

Em                          F#m           Bm

Jump to me rock or be swept away.”

 

Bm

Pay up, sell out, cash in, put down,

Em                           F#m       Bm

If you want to live in Babylon town.

 

Bm

Daddy was a big ram, he still was a sheep.

Em                                             Bm

Big ram daddied up three black sheep.

Bm

One was a sailor boy, he miss dry land.

Em                                Bm

One a jamma mamma, very busy hands.

       Bm

And I’m the big buck who joined in the band.

 

             Bm

Yes we are three black sheep, not three blind mice,

       Em                                                           Bm

We won’t serve Babylon, no matter what the price.

Bm

Get up, get out, get in, get down.

Em                              F#m       Bm

We ain’t gonna live in Babylon town.

 

Bm

Pay up, sell out, cash in, put down.

      Em                           F#m       Bm

We ain’t gonna live in a Babylon town.

       Bm                          Em         Bm

We ain’t gonna live in a Babylon town.

 

        Bm

This rock it’s your rock, this rock it’s my rock.

Em                                  F#m   Bm

Listen up big man when I and I talk.

 

Bm

For we jump from this rock ‘cause we ain’t gonna pay,

       Em                          Bm

Our life to Babylon, our soul for some hay.

            Bm

Gonna jump down quick, to find Jah way,

            Em                           F#m         Bm

Not to build up the Babylon one more day.

           Em                            F#m         Bm

Not to build up the Babylon one more day.

 

Bm

Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?

Em                                       F#m          Bm

Yea man, me locks they fill three bags full.

         Bm

But I ain’t gonna cut it for you, Do not sell to fools

         Em                                 Bm

Who work for Babylon where Lucifer rules.

        Bm

I say jump back shula rack, shula baa baa koo,

   Em                           Bm

I won’t sell my soul to sail the ship of fools.

         Bm

I’m a root man, a ragamuffin, tumbling through.

    Em                             F#m           Bm 

A root man, ragamuffin. How about you?

 

          Bm         D            A               Bm

Jump up, jump up, everybody jump up. (8X)

 

 

 


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