WUMBAYA

Bm7 F#7

Trade Em For A Banjo, Set My Bags Aside

I Knew I Had To Run, But I, Got No Where To Hide

Senses You Don’t Need No Lenses

I Won’t Be Sitting Fences, I Took It To The Ground

Strapped Up, All Of Life Is Wrapped Up.

Got To Fill Your Cup Up, Shatters With A Sound

{ F#7 x8 // [Bm7 F#7] x4 }

Can I Be, Yeah, All I Want To Be, Yeah

Got To Find Jah`s Heart Of Herbalistic Purities, Yeah

Can I Be, All I Want To Be, Yeah

Got To Find Jah`s Heart Of Herbalist Purities, Yeah

Bm7 F#7

Monkeys, Sitting In Their Bunches

Working On Their Munchies, Talking All Around, Yeah

Mend It, Don’t Try To Pretend Its

Just Another Price That, The Jah Will Have To Pay