No Woman No Cry

**I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it in 95, and now I still am, after discovering that I still had the Fugees CASETTE TAPE from back then. Of course, tapes were the more popular medium during those times, so get off of my case.

Anyway, after blowing off the dust from the hard plastic, I fast-forwarded to track number 12, took myself a clean stick of Marlboro Lights, and repaired to getting enchanted by reggae with a light touch of ebonic foulmouthing.

Now let's make this clear, my being gay doesn't necessarily mean that the song is right up my alley. Sure, there really is no way for me worry about crying about no woman, like that'll happen. But the general idea behind the song isn't just about love, it's about the simple things in life, the clean crap that we like to remember every now and then.

Aw fuck. Now my blog is moonshining as a friggin' songbook, but I like the songs that I'm choosing anyway.

Feel free to sing. Hope this makes you feel better.

No Woman, No Cry

[CLEF:] A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say

I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn.
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had,
Good friends we've lost along the way.
In this great future you can't forget your past,
So dry your tears I say
And to my peeps who passed
Away,
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say.
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey,
And little Georgie would make the firelight,
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew.
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty,
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright,
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright,
O everything's gonna be alright,
The gun man's in the house tonight,
But everything's gonna be alright.

[CLEF:]
No woman no cry, no woman no cry.
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
no woman no cry say say say.
I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown.
The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet.
Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost
Along the way hey.
In this great future,
You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say
And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say.
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away