Freeman Riddim - Specialist Moss

Police, won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, I'm no robber I'm no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman on the street. Hey little darlin you sleep tight. I'm a be a little late tonight. Found myself in a situation, Lost my temper and my patience. It's the simple things that are the wind beneath my wings. I never trouble nobody, I never trouble no one. Police, you mista officer! Won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, Whi ya pressure mi for aye? I'm no robber I'm no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman on the street. Now baby I have some news, They say my bail was refused. But I will see you someday, somehow in someway. It's the simple things that are the wind beneath my wings. I never trouble nobody, I never trouble no one. Police, you mista officer! Won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, Whi ya pressure mi for aye? I'm no robber I'm no thief. A freeman on the street. Solitary soldier I'm candid I told ya, It landed me humbled and reprimanded, I man demanded my last phone call, Without much success at all. They say I'm a criminal but the wicked must fall. Freedom gone and we still stand tall. Dem say "freeze!" and we say; "What for? We already have respect for da law" So... Police, you mista officer! Won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, Whi ya pressure mi for aye? I'm no robber I'm no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman on the street.

How deep does it go? Do you not know? Sipping whiskey in the daylight We're down to get lost Roll around in the moss Skinny dipping in the daylight I love you I'm really wishing that you do, too I love you I'm really wishing that you do, too How deep does it go? Do we want to know? Tripping silly in the daylight I love you I'm really wishing that you do, too I love you I'm really wishing that you do, too I love you I'm really wishing that you do, too I love you I'm really wishing that you do, too

Tangletown, yeah yeah, Tangletown. Hey siter when you see, The city life on the colour TV. The temptation is known to us all, Hey little sister, don't you fall, For Tangletown. Hey brother, stay on the farm. Our daddy needs your strong right arm. There's no land of milk and honey. There ain't no jobs and there ain't no money, In Tangletown. Ain't no money in Tangletown. Lebanese food, lagos soul. Black American rock and roll. Swimmin' in the sun, the papaya, the lies. The money, the games, the fish and the flies. In the petrol fumes, The little girls ripe and bleed for a priest or a white man. You know a cane knife is the sweetest blade, In a cane-cutters hand, that got ever made. And out in the fields of negros occidental, A young man howls at the cane and the jungle. Oh my lover, stay with me. I am poor and I'll never be free. I'm afraid the Americans'll buy your, Beautiful body with the almighty dollar, If you leave me for Tangletown.