Westbound Train - Jacob Miller

Tired fe lick weed in a bush

Tired fe lick pipe in a gully

We want to come out in the open

Where the breeze can blow it so far away

To the North, to the South, to the East

And to the West, to the West

Talkin' about Jones town

Trench town, concrete jungle too

From Waterhouse, that’s the West

That’s the best, that’s the West

From St. Ann’s it comes to you

The best kali weed you ever drew

So why should you run and hide?

From the red seam, the blue seam

The khaki clothes too

Tired fe lick weed in a bush

Tired fe lick chillum in a gully

We want to come out in the open

Where the breeze can blow it so far away

To the North, to the South, to the East

And to the West, to the West, ooh now

We want, we want to be free

From St. Ann’s it comes to you

The best kali weed you ever drew

So why should you run and hide?

From the red seam, the blue seam

The khaki clothes too, yes

Tired fe lick weed in a bush

Tired fe lick pipe in a gully

We want to come out in the open

Where the breeze can blow it so far away

To the North, to the South, to the East

And to the West

Too much chilies, too much, too much you will Jah

Security guard and howl, ooh, yes

Tired fe lick weed in a bush

We wanna be free, we wanna be free, to be free