Bob Marley - African Herbsman

^G All twinklin' ^Emlee Can't see the ^Gright rose when the streams a-^Embate The ^Gold slave men ^Emmight grind slow But it grinds ^Cfine, yeah^G

African ^Gherbsman, why linger ^Emon? Just concen^Gtrate, 'cause heaven lives ^Emon Greet-I-eth ^Gslave men will look with a ^Emscorn With a transplanted ^Cheart (^Dyes, how quick they had to ^Gpart)^Em (How quick they had to ^Gpart)^Em

The re^Gmembrance of to^Emday Is the sad ^Gfeelin' of to^Emmorrow (...How ^Gquick ...) ^EmOh (... part), oh ^Cyeah

African ^Gherbsman, seize your ^Emtime I'm takin' il^Glusion on the edge of my ^Emmind I'm takin' ^Glosers down thru my ^Emlife Down thru my ^Clife, ^Dyeah (yes, how quick they had to ^Gpart)^Em (How quick they had to ^Gpart)^Em

Dideh ^Gpart, yes, they ^Empart The re^Gmembrance of to^Emday (How quick they had to ^Gpart)^Em

African ^Gherbsman, why linger ^Emon? Just concen^Gtrate, 'cause your heaven lives ^Emon Greet-I-eth ^Gslave men will look with a ^Emscorn With a transplanted ^Cheart, ^Dyes, how (... quick they have to ^Gpart)^Em (How quick they had to ^Gpart)^Em

In re^Gmembrance of to^Emday Brings sad ^Gfeelings of to^Emmorrow (Yes, how quick they have to ...) Lead me ^Con, oh, Lord, I pray to you

African ^Gherbsman (African ^Emherbsman) African ^Gherbsman (African ^Emherbsman)