Red Eyes

G F 2x G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana G Roots rock reggae Rough rough reggae G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana G Ragga ragga reggae A roots Rock Reggae G We have this little island in the Carribean sea F Land of wood and water and nuff ganja tree. G We play reggae....roots rock reggae. Reggae music is a ghetto music F and a ghetto music is a rebel music. G Its a reggae....rough rough reggae. G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana G Ragga ragga reggae A rough rough reggae G F My eyes are red. I can feel it from this crop G of callie herb slappin in my head. G I'm in a mellow mood, F G sipping this pot of our brain food. G Bb Found on the tomb of the great King Solomon. G Bb This collie herb is the healing of the nation. G Red eyes Red eyes G - F 4x G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana G Roots rock reggae Rough rough reggae G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana G Ragga ragga reggae A roots Rock Reggae G F G My eyes are red I can feel it from this crop of callie herb slappin in my head. G F G I'm in a mellow mood, sipping this pot of our brain food. G Cause when the sun rise up on the mountain top. F Sets upon my callie crop. G That's my brain food. I'm in a mellow mood. G From Negril point to Morant Bay, F you can hear the reggae just a play. G Its reggae, a rough rough reggae. F Because a reggae, a roots rock reggae, G Reggae, reggae in our bones, in our bones G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana G Ragga ragga reggae Rough rough reggae G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana reggae G Rough rough reggae G F Nana nanana nanana nanana nanana reggae