The Flying Pickets
The Flying Pickets - Buffalo soldier lyrics
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He was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta A Buffalo Soldier In the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival If I analyze the stench To me, it makes a lot of sense How the Buffalo Soldier, Who was a Dreadlock Rasta He was stolen from Africa Brought to America Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe He was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta A buffalo Soldier, in the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Driven from the mainland To the heart of the caribbean If you know your history Then you would know where you coming from Then you wouldn't have to ask me Who the heck do I think I am I'm just a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock rasta A buffalo Soldier, in the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe