On the Sacred Side

Haiti Cherie
(If I had legs)

Woy, blue water in my blood
(If I had legs, I'd get up and move)
Woy, this border in my blood
(If I had legs, I'd get up and move)
Woy, broken shackle in my blood
(If I had arms, I might put up a fight)
Woy, occupation in my blood
(If I had arms, I might put up a fight)

And the long black guns, and here the slave traders come
(If I had legs, I'd get up and move)
With their long black ships, and here the missionaries come
(If I had legs, I'd get up and move)
With their long black robes, and here the sacred side comes
(If I had arms, I might put up a fight)
On the hills with their drums, and here the soldiers, soldiers come
(If I had arms, I might put up a fight)
With their long black guns

Who's got their hands on the long black guns?
Who's got their hands on the long black guns?
(Legs)
Who's got their backs to the long black guns?
Who's got their backs to the long black guns?
(Arms)
Who's got their tongues in the sweet, dark rum?
Who's got their tongues in the sweet, dark rum?
(Legs)
Who's got their backs to the long black guns?
Who's got their backs to the long black guns?
(Arms)