Текст песни
Rasta a mad boy, born on an island
Four other siblings, part of a wind rush, move to a England
He never knew sterling, trouble from early, grown in a London
One bigger brother, one brother younger, two other sisters
Just how the story there begins
Not how the story always ends
He grew, and he grew, and he grew and found his way up
He walked through hell, but he never gave up
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
Yeah
Years of mourning, losing a mother, hate of a father
Found by a calling, heart got a healing, found by a lover
She was a lady, caught in a moment, lost to another
He was a good man, found by a woman, meant for each other
Just how the story there begins
Not how the story always ends
He grew, and he grew, and he grew and found his way up
He walked through hell, but he never gave up
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
In a world where war begins
And where some money buys you friends
Every now and every then
Through the good and bad life makes a boy, a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
Just how the story there begins
Not how the story always ends
He grew, and he grew, and he grew and found his way up
He walked through hell, but he never gave up
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man
They call him a good man