[male
vocals] (
Gentle
acoustic
guitar
picking
with
soft
percussion
rhythm) (
Soft
horn
melody
swells)
Abongo,
the
African
soldier
Boots
red
with
the
road
He
wakes
before
the
rooster
Carries
that
heavy
load
He
learned
them
rules
in
silence
Kept
his
fire
in
line
But
his
eyes
held
the
river
And
a
harder
kind
of
shine
Yes
sir,
massa...
He
said
it
with
a
grin
But
deep
in
his
chest
A
storm
was
living
in
But
deep
in
his
chest
A
storm
was
living
in
Abongo,
march
on
Abongo,
march
on
Yes
sir,
massa...
He
won’
t
stay
gone
Abongo,
march
on
Abongo,
march
on
Chain
by
chain
He’
s
breaking
strong (
Abongo,
march
on)
He
saw
the
cane
fields
bending
He
saw
the
women
cry
He
saw
the
smoke
on
Sunday
Climb
into
the
sky
He
walked
through
narrow
shadows
Where
the
tall
grass
grows
deep
With
secrets
in
his
spirit
That
the
morning
couldn't
keep
Abongo,
march
on
Abongo,
march
on
Yes
sir,
massa...
He
won’
t
stay
gone
Abongo,
march
on
Abongo,
march
on
Chain
by
chain
He’
s
breaking
strong (
Abongo,
march
on)
The
rhythm
is
a
promise
That
the
earth
will
soon
be
free
Listen
to
the
woodwind
Calling
out
to
you
and
me
He
moves
without
a
tremble
He
moves
with
steady
soul
Watching
as
the
seasons
Bring
the
balance
back
to
whole
Now
the
sun
is
high
and
golden
He
finds
a
shade
to
rest
A
vintage
wine
of
patience
Is
the
wisdom
in
his
chest
He
isn't
looking
backward
At
the
fences
made
of
wire
He's
planting
seeds
of
future
With
his
own
internal
fire
Abongo,
march
on
Abongo,
march
on
Yes
sir,
massa...
He
won’
t
stay
gone
Abongo,
march
on
Abongo,
march
on
Chain
by
chain
He’
s
breaking
strong (
Abongo,
march
on) (
Acoustic
guitar
fading
out)
March
on,
Abongo
Keep
your
steady
pace
The
road
belongs
to
you
In
this
open
space (
Soft
horn
fade) (
Rhythmic
percussion
tap) (
End)