Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
I wake up in the morning and I work till night
My skin has turned brown from that sun so bright
All night I'm tossing and turning 'cause my dreams are so strong
And my hands they callous 'cause my working day's too long
Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
Yes you're sweeter than the sugar cane up on Bamboo Road
We walk out to the cane fields, all thirty five men
At twelve o'clock they give us water and we stagger back again
Four o'clock, the sun gets higher, I hear that screen door slam
See you in the big house kitchen window from the cane fields where I'm in
Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
Yeah you're sweeter than sugar cane
Sweeter than sugar cane, sweeter than the sugar cane up on Bamboo Road
I want to hold you close, Cher, I can only see you when I can
All day I cut that pure cane sugar but I'm still a starving man
Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
Up on Bamboo Road (Bamboo Road)
Yes you're sweeter than the sugar cane
Sweeter than the sugar cane, sweeter than the sugar cane up on Bamboo Road
Up on Bamboo Road
Yeah you're sweeter than the sugar cane
Sweeter than the sugar cane
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