Nobody Go Run Me (lyrics)

 

Night and day, ah ketching hell

people t’ink ah doing well

Jus’ because ah sing a few calypso

But that is my misery

calypso don’t make money

but most of them don’t know

that I have my axe to grind

just like any other man

existing in poverty

and this giant ghetto land

but I intend to hang on

tell them tell them for me

no dice

I ain’t gonna eat lice

I ain’t gonna grow old

sitting in the cold

not me

no way

they go have to beat me

they go have to eat me

or their heads go roll

 

Cho.

Tell them I say

I was born in this land

Ah go die in this land

nobody go run me from where me come from

Nobody go run me, lard

Nobody go run me

Nobaddy go run me

Nobaddy go run me

me mumma mus’ nyam

me puppa mus’ nyam

me woman mus’ nyam

me picknee mus’ nyam

Nobaddy go run me

Nobaddy go run me

Nobaddy go run me, lard

Nobaddy go run me

 

Life ain’t much for us to choose

Some will win and some will lose

but sometime life is so confusing

I had a lot of friends one time

whom I used to wine and dine

and gave them bread when they need it

now most ah dem against me

take me make big enemy

simply because I am not

what they all want me to be

and with their political views I cyan’t agree

but tell them for me no dice

I ain’t gonna eat lice

I ain’t gonna grow old

sitting in the cold

not me, Algie

No way

They go have to beat me

they go have to eat me

or their heads go roll

Cho.

 

Twelve years I at CDC

work at Halcyon for free

when they went bankrupt and had no money

because of my tolerance

they gave me the assurance

the job belongs to me

But I hear some people high

in our society

they don’t like my calypso

because they can’t control me

so they plan to kick out my ass

tell them tell them, Patty

no dice

I ain’t gonna eat lice

I ain’t gonna grow old

sitting in the cold

not me – Shorty

No way

Allyuh have to beat me

Allyuh have to bury me

more than six feet or more

Cho.

 

Election come and gone

some ah dem treat me with scorn

others put the whole ah Point against me

Tell them I don’t give a damn

I am going to sing my song

exactly as I see it

whoever want to make me

a political enemy

who feel that they playing god

and could wreck me life for me

tell them I ain’t running away

Tell them tell them for me

no dice

I ain’t gonna eat lice

I ain’t gonna grow old

sitting in the cold

not me – Shorty

no way

allyuh have to beat me

allyuh have to bury me

more than six feet ah mould

Cho.

 

Transcriber’s note: This was an oral transcription from listening to the track. I tried to capture the interplay of dialects and/or vernacular, and the diction that is so distinctively Short Shirt. This track – a personal favourite – is from the Ghetto Vibes album, 1976, written by Shelly Tobitt. No profit is being made; it is being shared here purely for informational purposes. – JCH

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