Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tangletown, artist - Ian Moss. Date of issue: 31.08.1989
Song language: English
Tangletown |
| Tangletown |
| Tangletown |
| Tangletown, yeah yeah |
| Tangletown |
| Hey sister when you see |
| The city life on the colour TV |
| The temptation is known to us all |
| Hey little sister, don’t you fall |
| For Tangletown |
| Hey brother, stay on the farm |
| Our daddy needs your strong right arm |
| There’s no land of milk and honey |
| There ain’t no jobs and there ain’t no money |
| In Tangletown |
| Ain’t no money in Tangletown |
| Lebanese food, Lagos soul |
| Black American rock and roll |
| Swimmin' in the sun, the papaya, the lies |
| The money, the guns, the fish and the flies |
| In the petrol fumes the little girls ripe |
| And bleed for a priest or a white man |
| You know a cane knife is the sweetest blade |
| In a cane-cutters hand, that got ever made |
| And out in the fields of Negros-occidental |
| A young man howls at the cane and the jungle |
| Oh yeah |
| Oh my lover, stay with me |
| I am poor and I’ll never be free (never be free) |
| And I’m afraid the Americans’ll buy your |
| Beautiful body with the almighty dollar |
| If you leave me for Tangletown |
| (In the petrol fumes the little girls ripe) Yeah, Yeah |
| (And bleed for a priest or a white man) |
| Tangletown |
| Ooh don’t you leave me for Tangletown |
| No, Tangletown, don’t you leave me baby |
| No money in Tangletown, yeah |
| Don’t you leave me for Tangletown, whoa no |
| Tangletown |
| Don’t you leave me for Tangletown, whoa |
| Tangletown |