Tom Rush - Joshua Gone Barbados lyrics

Von Schmidt Cane standin' in the field, gettin' old and red Lot of misery in Georgetown, three men lyin' dead Joshua head of government, he said: ‘Strike for better pay' Cane cutters strikin', Joshua gone away. Joshua gone Barbados, stayin' in a big hotel People on St. Vincent's, they got many sad tales to tell. Sugar mill owner told the strikers: 'I don't need you to cut my cane' 'Bring in another bunch of fellas, your strike be all in vain' 'Bring in a bunch of tough fellas, bring 'em from Zion Hill' 'Bring 'em in a bus to Georgetown, you know somebody get k**ed'. Sonny child, the overseer, I swear he's an ignorant man He's walkin' through the cane field, pistol in his hand. I wish I could go to England, Trinidad or Curacao People on the island they got no place to go Police givin' detection, new fellas cuttin' cane Strikers can't do nothin', their strike be all in vain. And Sonny child, he curse the strikers, you know he wave his pistol 'round They're beating Sonny with a cutla**, beat him to the ground There's a lot of misery in Georgetown, you can hear the women bawl Joshua gone Barbados, he don't care at all Cane standin' in the field, gettin' old and red Sonny Child lyin' in the hospital, pistol on his bed. I wish I could go to England, Trinidad or Curacao People on the island they got no place to go. Joshua gone Barbados, stayin' in a big hotel People on St. Vincent's got many sad tales to tell.