Jungle land, jungle land Joey rides the subway Fast from east to west On the street he's number one Some say that he's the best Got something going on In a honkey tonk down town He is expected

Let the four winds blow Let 'em blow let 'em blow From the east to the west I'll love you the best I like the way you walk I like the way you talk Let me hold your hand Try to understand I want a girl like you To tell my troubles to

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I know Jah-Jah bless me, no wicked heart can test me, no matter how dem try. Oh I know Jah man infest me and my fans a request me nanga make di river run dry. Hmmmm As far as the wind blows from the west to the east side I an I praises never cease oh

From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released I see my light come shining They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here They say every man who

I see my light come shining From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say everything can be replaced They say every distance is not near So I remember every face Of every man who put me here They say every man needs

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