Artists: Charlie Chaplin (Principal) and Josey Wales (Colonel) Tune: Swing Low Album: Kings of the Dancehall (1994) Producer: Xterminator (Philip Fatis Burrell)
(Josey) The world is in trouble! And the only one who can help it is Principal and the Colonel… Selassie I know, mi bredren dem a gwan like a devil when dem war against Jah ?? Tek it, Principal!
( Charlie) Lord have mercy! Mi tell dem. We are some good man, some God man, don't tek we fi toy Fi do Father work is dat we enjoy Nuff a dem a seh dem kill and destroy But mi back a little girl And pray fi little boy
(Josey) Lord a mi seh long me tell dem fi stop it I seh badman all a dem a have it Hear Charlie Chaplin a preach up reality We read up we Bible that's why we're so happy
( Charlie) Seh nuff a dem seh dat dem a rival But mi seh I-man a biblic survival Dem a war dance and a praise dem idol Mi a praise God and a mi a dat fi Revival
(Josey) So if you should hear something about the Principal Don't you ever ever follow follow Cu’ dat di rasta youth deh him original, Lord…
So I look over Jordan and tell me what do I see? (Lord) (I see dem) Coming forth to carry me go home… (Jesus Christ) Sweet sweet, Lord, Chariot coming forth to carry me home….
( Charlie) But how long Rastafari a call dem, so long... (Selassie I know, mi bredren) So long Rastafari a call dem, so long... (Lord have mercy) But mi say enemies around we, some trying to devour we So long Nyah Binghi a call we, so long... Lord….
(Josey) Dem tink we little but we tallawa We are true Rasta follower Jah a mi creator so mi big bout ya Preach it in the world straight down to Africa Love to mi sister and love to mi breda
Swing low, swing Chariot Coming forth to carry me home I say I look over Jordan, what did I see? Coming forth to carry me home… Principal…
( Charlie) Lord have mercy… Hear me tell dem... Seh firster dan a brother Firster dan a Mother And even a Dadda Seh there is no other That mek me feel glad So tek your time my brother When you driving di Lada Mek sure you pray fi one another
(Josey) Lord… When I was a little youthman I used to hear this song Di Babilan dem did tell me (I didn't believe dem) Rastaman a blackheart man But now I am a man and I understand If you want to be true and go to Africa land You affi wear up your dreadlocks, be proud and strong So give thanks and praise, all Rastaman
I say I look over yonder And what did I see? Charlie Chaplin coming forth to carry me go home…. Swing low, sweet, sweet, sweet Chariot coming forth to carry me home
(Charlie) So if you reach a Zion before I do Josey tell dem Charlie is coming, too... Coming forth to carry we home.... I saw bands of Angels standing over there And me seh coming forth to carry me home…
Selassie I, now tell dem, man, yes.
The Earth is the Lord’s (Jah!) and that and the fullness thereof and all the world and I’n’I that dwells within… We are the sheep of His Pastors ( Rastafari…) Enter in the gates Giving the praise Knoweth the Lord God Jah Rastafari is so good unto those who are upright in deir heart And such a dem who turn to dirty ways, then they must get paid...