When I woke up this morning got me them Blue Hills blues.
When I woke up this morning got me them Blue Hills blues.
In less than a generation we messed up God’s venues
The Lord gave us them Blue Hills for refuge from the flood.
The Lord gave us them Blue Hills for refuge from the flood
Yet our tractors dragged the hills down, like dogs chew on their food.
The Lord raised up them Blue Hills to lift our eyes unto.
The Lord raised up them Blue Hills to lift our eyes unto.
We gone sell the hills for fill; no change of site in view.
O Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, look what we’re coming to.
O Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, look what we’re coming to.
The more we value money, the less we think of you.
I went to see my best friend and asked to borry a dime.
I went to see my best friend and asked to borry a dime.
Said he, “Until you get financial, you ain’ no friend of mine.”
I went to see my MP in hopes of getting me a job.
I went to see my MP in hopes of getting me a job.
Said he, “You’d best go find your preacher, ’cause that’s what preachers are for.”
I went and caught my preacher talking on the telephone.
I went and caught my preacher talking on the telephone.
Said he, “You’ll have to come back later; must get this lottery won!”
When I woke up this morning got me them Blue Hills blues.
When I woke up this morning got me them Blue Hills blues.
In less than a generation we messed up God’s venues.
Telcine Turner-Rolle (1944 – 2012) Bahamas
Source: tongues of the ocean
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