Tangletown - Ian Moss

Tangletown

Tangletown

Tangletown, yeah yeah

Tangletown

Hey sister 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 guns, 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 yeah

Oh my lover, stay with me

I am poor and I’ll never be free (never be free)

And I’m afraid the Americans’ll buy your

Beautiful body with the almighty dollar

If you leave me for Tangletown

(In the petrol fumes the little girls ripe) Yeah, Yeah

(And bleed for a priest or a white man)

Tangletown

Ooh don’t you leave me for Tangletown

No, Tangletown, don’t you leave me baby

No money in Tangletown, yeah

Don’t you leave me for Tangletown, whoa no

Tangletown

Don’t you leave me for Tangletown, whoa

Tangletown