Bob Marley and the Wailers

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A#            Gm
Dready got a job to do,
         D#                   F
And he's got to fulfill that mission.
A#         Gm                 D#            F
To see his hurt could be their, greatest ambition.
A#              Gm           D#             F
But we will survive in this world of competition.
        A#                 Gm      D#
'Cos no matter what they do; Natty keep on coming
   F
through.
       A#                  Gm      D#              F
And no matter what they say; Natty de deh every day.

Chorus:
            A#         Gm         D#
Natty dread rides again, thru the mystics of
   F
tomorrow.
            A#          Gm       D#
Natty dread rides again, have no fear, have no
 F
sorrow.

A#       F                 A#   F
All and all you can see a gwan,
       A#                F    A#  F
Is to fight against the Rastaman.
         A#                    F       A#   F
So they build their world on great confusion,
    A#              F          Gm
To force us in the devil's illusion.

But the stone that the builder refuse
Shall be the head cornerstone
And no matter what game they play
We got something they could never take away
We got something they could never take away

And it's the fire, it's the fire
That's burning down everything
Feel the fire, fire
Only the birds have their wings
No time to be deceived
Oh, brothers, you should know and not believe
Jah say this judgement - it could never be
with water
No water can put out this fire
This fire, this fire, this fire
A yaga y'all! Ride, Natty, ride
Go there, Dready, go there
Because now the fire is out of control
Panic in the city, wicked weeping for their gold
Everywhere this fire is burning
Destroying and melting their gold
Destroying and wasting their souls

Chorus:
Ride, Natty, ride
Go there, Dready, go there

Tell you what: now the people gather on the beach
And the leader try to make a speech
But the Dreadies understanding that it's too late
Fire is burning
Man, pull your own weight
Fire is burning
Man, pull your own weight

Chorus:
Natty Dread rides again
And me saying Go there, Dready
Oh ride, Natty, ride
And go there, Dready
Riding through the storm
Riding through the calm

Oh ride, Natty, ride
Go there, Dready, go there