| I wake up in the morning and I work till night
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| My skin has turned brown from that sun so bright
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| All night I’m tossing and turning 'cause my dreams are so strong
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| And my hands they callous 'cause my working day’s too long
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| Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
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| Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
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| Yes you’re sweeter than the sugar cane up on Bamboo Road
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| We walk out to the cane fields, all thirty five men
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| At twelve o’clock they give us water and we stagger back again
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| Four o’clock, the sun gets higher, I hear that screen door slam
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| See you in the big house kitchen window from the cane fields where I’m in
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| Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
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| Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
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| Yeah you’re sweeter than sugar cane
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| Sweeter than sugar cane, sweeter than the sugar cane up on Bamboo Road
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| I want to hold you close, Cher, I can only see you when I can
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| All day I cut that pure cane sugar but I’m still a starving man
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| Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
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| Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
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| Yes you’re sweeter than the sugar cane
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| Sweeter than the sugar cane, sweeter than the sugar cane up on Bamboo Road
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| Up on Bamboo Road
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| Yeah you’re sweeter than the sugar cane
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| Sweeter than the sugar cane |