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Janka Nabay & the Bubu Gang - Rotin' Lyrics

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  • Eh Ernest, Papa Ernest
  • Ernest Koroma
  • President of Salone
  • Eh, Ernest, Papa Ernest
  • Ernest Koroma
  • President of Salone
  • When I go with bubu music abroad
  • My people don't even help me
  • Some white people take this music
  • And take it right up there
  • And when they finish
  • They bring me down the mountain
  • Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, Valley
  • Which kind of trouble these people are giving me?
  • Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, Valley
  • Which kind of hard times am I seeing?
  • Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, Valley
  • They are looking at me like they don't even know me.
  • Mountain, Mountain, Mountain, Valley
  • And this, our people of Salone don't help our children.
  • A Letter, A Letter, A Letter, I'm writing a
  • letter to Sierra Leone
  • The breeze fly with my feather - the feather that the eagle gives to me
  • And the eagle broke my pot that I used to go fetch water with
  • And this pot is given to me by the termites
  • The termites ate my walking stick - the walking stick that Bomo gave me
  • And Bomo ate my bird - the bird that I killed down the valley
  • Man, I ain't got shit!

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