Rasta a mad boy
Born on an island
Four other siblings
Part of a wind rush
Move to a England
He never knew sterling
Trouble from early
Grown in a London
One bigger brother
One brother younger
Two other sisters
Just how the story there begins
Not how the story always ends
He grew and he grew and he grew and found his way up
He walked through hell, but he never gave up
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
Years of mourning
Losing a mother
Hate of a father
Found by a calling
Heart got a healing
Found by a lover
She was a lady
Caught in a moment
Lost to another
He was a good man
Found by a woman
Meant for each other
Just how the story there begins
Not how the story always ends
He grew and he grew and he grew and found his way up
He walked through hell, but he never gave up
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
In a world where war begins
And where some money buys you friends
Every now and every then
Through the good and bad life makes a boy, a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
Just how the story there begins
Not how the story always ends
He grew and he grew and he grew and found his way up
He walked through hell, but he never gave up
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
