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(I shot the sheriffBut I didn’t shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh!I shot the sheriffBut I didn’t shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.)Yeah! All around in my home town,They’re tryin’ to track me down;They say they want to bring me in guiltyFor the killing of a deputy,For the life of a deputy.But I say: Oh,

Ooh, yeah! All right!We’re jammin’I wanna jam it wid youWe’re jammin’, jammin’And I hope you like jammin’, too Ain’t no rules, ain’t no vow, we can do it anyhowI’n’I will see you through‘Cos everyday we pay the price with a little sacrificeJammin’ till the jam is through We’re jammin’To think that jammin’ was a thing

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock RastaThere was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of AmericaStolen from Africa, brought to AmericaFighting on arrival, fighting for survival I mean it, when I analyze the stenchTo me it makes a lot of senseHow the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo SoldierAnd he was taken from Africa, brought to AmericaFighting on arrival,

Get up, stand up, stand up for your rightsGet up, stand up, stand up for your rightsGet up, stand up, stand up for your rightsGet up, stand up, don’t give up the fight Preacher man don’t tell meHeaven is under the earthI know you don’t knowWhat life is really worthIt’s not all thm glitters is

Stir it up; little darlin’, stir it up. Come on, baby.Come on and stir it up: little darlin’, stir it up. O-oh! It’s been a long, long time, yeah!(stir it, stir it, stir it together)Since I got you on my mind. (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh-oh!Now you are here (stir it, stir it, stir it together), I said,it’s