It's all about the little island in Jamaica,
"Sweet Home Town Jamaica" done over in a Toasters stylee.
Oh yeah. Now now. Hell yeah.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Where them skies are blue.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
So when my soul was busy searchin'
Travelin' the world around, that's true.
See many different smilin' faces,
Some beautiful countries too.
But no matter where and what I been to,
It all lead right back to you.
For somethin' forcefully be drawin' us home,
Sweet Jamaica it's all about you.
So mi bredren what we do?
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Where them skies are blue.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
A little lady on the corner,
She's sellin' fruits and veggie too.
And you can tell she ain't got no money,
But she find a way to do what she do.
Ghetto livin', some hard times,
Jah will ever lead us on our way.
But somehow somewhere there's got to be a better way.
We lookin' forward to that day.
So bredren what we say?
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Where them skies are blue.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
And then we tell dem said!
We goin' down Jamaica where the good ganja grow,
All Jamaica people, them a love that so.
People come from east, west, north and south,
Big up the good weed an they run off their mouth.
Some a them angry some a-bawl some a-cry,
Want a good weed fe a-burn them inna I.
We tellin' them the truth we not a-tellin' them the lie,
When each and every youth, man, we give them a light.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Where them skies are blue.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
Hey Richey give me some...
Oh yeah. Now now.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Where them skies are blue.
Sweet home town Jamaica,
Lord, I'm coming home to you.
Hey Bucket take me home...
