The More You Live - Desmond Dekker

Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow.bow

Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow.bow

It’s not what you say

It’s how you say it

It’s not what you do

It’s how you do it

It’s not what you learn

It’s how you learn it

It’s not what you think

It’s how you’re thinking, Lord

The more you live

It’s the more you learn

The more you live

It’s the more you learn

The more you live

It’s the more you learn

The more you live

It’s the more you learn

At ocean eleven

And the rudeboys a go waii

'Cause them out of jail

Rudeboys cannot fail… no, no

'Cause them must get bail

Goodnight my love

Pleasant dreams

Sleep tight my love

May tomorrow be sunny and bright

And come closer to me

Some are tosh, yeah (some are tosh, yeah)

Some are tosh, yeah (some are tosh, yeah)

They’re trying to hurt me (trying to hurt me)

But some are tosh, yeah (some are tosh, yeah)

People get ready

For the train is coming

You don’t need no ticket

You just get on the board

People get ready

For the train is coming

You don’t need no ticket

You just get on board

I’m in a dancing mood, baby

I’m in a dancing mood

I’m in a dancing mood, baby, please

I’m in a dancing mood

Darling, (la la la la la la)

If forever we’ll be so nice (la la la la la la)

And forever we’ll be so tight (la la la la la la)

Real love to beat

Baba Joe?

let’s bojezz?

real love to beat

Baba Joe…[fades out with non-rehearsed lyrics)