Joshua Gone Barbados

Cane standing in the fields Getting old and red Lot of misery in Georgetown Three men lying dead Joshua, head of the government He said strike for better pay Cane cutters are striking Joshua gone away Joshua gone Barbados Staying in a big hotel People on St. Vincent 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 fellows Strike be all in vain Get a bunch of tough fellows Bring 'em from Sion Hill Bring 'em in a bus to Georgetown Know somebody get killed Sonny Child, the overseer I swear he's an ignorant man Walking through the cane field Pistol in his hand But Joshua gone Barbados Just like he don't know People on the island They got no place to go Police giving protection New fellows cutting the cane Strikers can't do nothing Strike be all in vain And Sonny Child, he curse the strikers Wave his pistol 'round They're beating Sonny with a cutlass 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 standing in the fields Getting old and red Sonny Child 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 Staying in a big hotel People on St. Vincent Got many sad tales to tell