Maxi Priest Throw Me Corn
Throw me corn me never call no fowl
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
Oh well boy
Throw me corn me never call no fowl
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
Oh well boy
Just like my father used to have a form over yard yeah
I as a youth used to buy the bags of seeds
To throw amongst the fields well boy
By the end of the season
Every one is looking for feed oh yeah
What you sow you reap
What you reap you eat you know oh yeah
What you sow you reap
What you reap you eat you know oh yeah
Throw me corn me never call no fowl
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
Oh well boy
Just like the old days
We used to work so hard over yard yeah
We used to dig so deep
To plant [?]
Inna the field oh yeah
Yes upon our heads
We carry the load to town oh yeah, oh yeah
Dollar fifty a pound
What you don't sell you take home
Dollar fifty a pound
What you don't sell you take home
Dollar fifty a pound
What you don't sell you take home
Throw me corn me never call no fowl
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
Oh well boy
Throw me corn me never call no fowl
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
Oh well boy
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
Suppose you wanna pick it up it's your business
