(Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoo-doo;
Scoop, scoop wa-doo)

Up a cane river to wash my dread;
Upon a rock I rest my head
There I vision through the seas of oppression, oh
Don't make my life a prison

We come from Trench Town, Trench Town (Trenchtown)
Most of them come from Trench Town
We free the people with music (sweet music);
Can we free the people with music? (sweet music)
Can we free our people with music? With music,
With music, oh music

Oh why, my head,
In desolate places we'll find our bread,
And everyone see what's taking place, oh
Another page in history

We come from Trench Town,
Come from Trench Town;
We come from Trench Town
Lord, we free the people with music (sweet music);
We free the people with music (sweet music);
We free our people with music,
With music, oh music (oh music)

They say it's hard to speak;
They feel so strong to say we are weak;
But through the eyes the love of our people, oh
They've got to repay

We come from (Trenchtown) Trench Town;
We come from (Trenchtown) Trench Town;
Trench, Trench Town (Trenchtown)
They say, "Can anything good come out of Trench Town?"
(Trench, Trenchtown)
That's what they say, (Trenchtown);
Say (Trench, Trenchtown) we're the underprivileged people,
So (Trenchtown) they keep us in chains:
"Pay (Trench, Trenchtown), pay, pay tribute to," (Trenchtown)
We come from (Trench, Trenchtown);
We come from (Trench, Trenchtown));
Just because we come from (Trenchtown)
Not because we come from (Trenchtown)
Just because we come from (Trenchtown)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BOB MARLEY