Chorus
Bb
All to hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Gm
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Bb
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Gm F
Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes
Gm
That haunt Tobacco Island
Gm
'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
Bb
They dragged us from our homeland
With the musket and their gun
Gm
Cromwell and his roundheads
Battered all we know
Bb
Shackled hopes of freedom
We're now but stolen goods
F
Darken the horizon
Blackened from the sun
Am
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
C
Is where I now belong
Chorus
Bb
All to hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Gm
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Bb
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Gm F
Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes
Gm
That haunt Tobacco Island
Gm
Red leg down a peg
Blistered burns the soul
Bb
The floggings they're a plenty
But reasons there are none
Gm
Our backs belong to landlords
Where branded is there name
Bb
Paid for with ten shillings
Cheap labor never breaks
F
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The silver moon is shinin'
Cools the copper blood
Am
Where the livin' meet the dead
C
And together dance as one
Chorus
Bb
All to hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Gm
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Bb
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Gm F
Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes
Gm
That haunt Tobacco Island
Gm Bb Gm Bb
Ag-ony, will you cleanse this misery?
Bb Gm
For it's never again i'll breathe
F
The air of home
Bb Gm
From this sandy edge
Bb Gm
The rolling sea breaks my revenge
Bb Gm
With each whisper a thousand waves
F
I hear roar
I'm coming home
F
Dark is the horizon
Blackened by the sun
Am
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
C
Is where I now belong
Chorus
Bb
All to hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Gm
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the god we once believed in
Bb
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Gm F
Now tommorow chimes of ghostly crimes
Gm
That haunt Tobacco Island
