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Burnin - Chords & Lyrics · v1

by Bob Marley & The Wailers

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Song
Burnin
Type
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Version
1
Created by
Bagus
Created
8/21/2025
Updated
8/21/2025
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Am   Dm  Am  Am,  Am  Dm  Am Am

 

            Am                   Dm                          Am        

This morning I woke up in a curfew;

Am  Dm                       E                       

Oh God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!

Am                         Dm                                           Am

Could not recognize the faces standing over me;

Am                        Dm                                      E

They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality. Eh!

 

How many rivers do we have to cross,

Before we can talk to the boss? Eh!

All of we got, it seems we have lost;

We must have really paid the cost. (That's why we gonna be)

 

Am                         Dm         Am                  Am

Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (Say we gonna burn and loot)

Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (One more thing)

Burnin' all pollution tonight (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Burnin' all illusion tonight.  (Oh, stop them!)

 

Give me the food and let me grow

Let the Roots Man take a blow.

All them drugs gonna make you slow now

It's not the music of the ghetto. Eh!

   

Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (Who can stop the tears?)

Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (We've been suffering these long, long-a years!)

Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (Will you say cheer?)

Weeping and a-wailin' tonight (But where?)

 

Give me the food and let me grow

Let the roots man take a blow. (I must say –)

All them, all them drugs gonna make you slow

It's not the music from the ghetto.   (We gonna be)

 

chorus 1

 

Burning and a-looting tonight x3 and fade