Big Pot Of Rice

Paroles de « Big Pot Of Rice »

Intro: pot lids, a spoon on metal and a gas

Verse

Quarter past ten, Miss Dawn tie up her hair
Two bag a rice, forty pound, siddown pon di chair
Big pot come off di nail, di black one wid di dent
She measure wid a condense tin, nuh count, nuh vent
Water from di drum, she lift it wid her knee
Gas ring tun up blue, di kettle cotch aside
Nine man pon di road, two more a come at three
She cook fi twelve regardless, dat di rice decide

Chorus

Big pot a rice, lid pon it
Big pot a rice, lid pon it

Verse

Di foreman send a bwoy, him say now dem want fish
Miss Dawn look pon him once, nuh answer, nuh wish
Scale di two snapper from di cold shop pon Craig Street
Season wid pimento, scallion, one piece a thyme
Bwoy stand up inna di door, him boots still full a clay
She nuh ask him nutten, she just point him to di side
Rice swell up double, two inch over di line
She push di lid back down and let di steam decide

Chorus

Big pot a rice, lid pon it
Big pot a rice, lid pon it

Bridge

Hear me now — thirty-eight year she inna dis
Start wid her auntie, nineteen-sixty-two
Mek di breakfas' fi di coal man, sixpence fi di week
Never once ask nobody how di pot fi taste
Nuh recipe inna no book, it inna her wrist
Di heat ride up her neck, same place, every day
Man come tell her softer, man come tell her salt
She wipe her hand pon di apron and she walk away
Two bwoy get married off a dis same pot
One dead, one gone a England, same rice all di same
And when dem ask her how it sweet so till it hurt
She lift di lid, say, steam, and call di nex' man name

Chorus

Big pot a rice, lid pon it
Big pot a rice, lid pon it
(Lid pon it)
(Lid pon it)

Outro

Nine plate, one stack, one bowl fi di bwoy wid di clay
Fifty dollar fold up inna her brassiere, nuh touch it till Friday
She tap di spoon three time pon di iron
Set di lid down pon di pot