| Well Jo’anna she runs a country
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| She runs in Durban and the Transvaal
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| She makes a few of her people happy, oh
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| She don’t care about the rest at all
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| She’s got a system they call apartheid
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| It keeps a brother in a subjection
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| But maybe pressure can make Jo’anna see
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| How everybody could a live as one
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| Gimme hope, Jo’anna
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| Hope, Jo’anna
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| Gimme hope, Jo’anna
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| 'Fore the morning come
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| Gimme hope, Jo’anna
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| Hope, Jo’anna
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| Hope before the morning come
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| I hear she make all the golden money
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| To buy new weapons, any shape of guns
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| While every mother in black Soweto fears
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| The killing of another son
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| Sneakin' across all the neighbours' borders
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| Now and again having little fun
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| She doesn’t care if the fun and games she play
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| Is dang’rous to ev’ryone
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| She’s got supporters in high up places
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| Who turn their heads to the city sun
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| Jo’anna give them the fancy money
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| Oh to tempt anyone who’d come
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| She even knows how to swing opinion
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| In every magazine and the journals
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| For every bad move that this Jo’anna makes
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| They got a good explanation
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| Even the preacher who works for Jesus
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| The Archbishop who’s a peaceful man
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| Together say that the freedom fighters
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| Will overcome the very strong
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| I wanna know if you’re blind Jo’anna
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| If you wanna hear the sound of drums
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| Can’t you see that the tide is turning
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| Oh don’t make me wait till the morning come
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