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​Corrugated Iron

This song is by Elton John.

Poor family got a lean to
Now the rainy season's gone
Colored kids, playin' in the hard mud
Kicking that skinny dog

He works on irrigation, moving water to the
And he dreams of being a spear someday
In the heart of Johannesburg
He dreams of being a spear someday
In the heart of Johannesburg

And we live in, and we live on
And we die in corrugated iron

Pray to Tokoloshe
When the red dirt comes back
Cattle try to find the river bed

And in between the cracks
Chief man he got his hard hat
From the civilized Western man

He's got a ton of 'em down in Cape Town
He's gonna grease the poor black hand
He's got a ton of 'em down in Cape Town
He's gonna grease the poor black hand

And we live in, and we live on
And we die in corrugated iron
And we're building, and we're trying
Our tribes are born in corrugated iron

You gotta stand to the left
Remain at the back
And give 'em corrugated iron
To put on their shacks

Stand to the left
Remain at the back
And give 'em corrugated iron
To put on their shacks

And he dreams of being a spear someday
In the heart of Johannesburg
He's got a ton of 'em down in Cape Town
He's gonna grease the poor black hand

And we live in, and we live on
And we die in corrugated iron
And we're building, and we're trying
Our tribes are born in corrugated iron

Written by:

Martin Page; Bernie Taupin