Bob Marley

VERSE 1:
^G All twinklin' ^Em lee
Can't see the ^G right rose when the streams a- ^Em bate
The ^G old slave men ^Em might grind slow
But it grinds ^C fine, yeah ^G

CHORUS 1:
African ^G herbsman, why linger ^Em on?
Just concen ^G trate, 'cause heaven lives ^Em on
Greet-I-eth ^G slave men will look with a ^Em scorn
With a transplanted ^C heart ( ^D yes, how quick they had to ^G part) ^Em
(How quick they had to ^G part) ^Em

VERSE 2:
The re ^G membrance of to ^Em day
Is the sad ^G feelin' of to ^Em morrow
(...How ^G quick ...) ^Em Oh (... part), oh ^C yeah

CHORUS 2:
African ^G herbsman, seize your ^Em time
I'm takin' il ^G lusion on the edge of my ^Em mind
I'm takin' ^G losers down thru my ^Em life
Down thru my ^C life, ^D yeah (yes, how quick they had to ^G part) ^Em
(How quick they had to ^G part) ^Em

VERSE 3:
Dideh ^G part, yes, they ^Em part
The re ^G membrance of to ^Em day
(How quick they had to ^G part) ^Em

CHORUS 3:
African ^G herbsman, why linger ^Em on?
Just concen ^G trate, 'cause your heaven lives ^Em on
Greet-I-eth ^G slave men will look with a ^Em scorn
With a transplanted ^C heart, ^D yes, how (... quick they have to ^G part) ^Em
(How quick they had to ^G part) ^Em

VERSE 4:
In re ^G membrance of to ^Em day
Brings sad ^G feelings of to ^Em morrow
(Yes, how quick they have to ...) Lead me ^C on, oh, Lord, I pray to you

CHORUS 2:
African ^G herbsman (African ^Em herbsman)
African ^G herbsman (African ^Em herbsman)