Market Day

Here is a mango, tender finger-licking mango
Here is a mango, tender finger-licking mango
Have a mango, have it at my mother’s stand, take your own sweet time
You won’t be sorry down-the-line

My mother sells mangos, my mother is sweet
You’ll love her cilantro, her favas and wheat
It’s steady, the family tree
Be ready for all you can see
The music plays, the lights are hung
My shoes are laced, the night is young

And some go to market, and some have their rum
And some get a paycheck, and some will have none
Have mercy, be strong and be kind
Your curses will be what you’ll find
And someone’s fighting, someone’s killed
My mother works the field we till

And everything changes, all the old tribes
The hats and the dresses, the rules and the vibes
It’s steady, the family tree
Be ready for all you can see
The music plays, the lights are hung
My shoes are laced, the night is young

A lifetime of trouble, a heaping of woes
I’ll try a new angle to see where this goes
Have mercy, be strong and be kind
Your curses will be what you’ll find
And someone’s fighting, someone’s killed
My mother works the field we till

Here is a mango, tender finger-licking mango
Here is a mango, tender finger-licking mango
Have a mango, have it at my mother’s stand, take your own sweet time
You won’t be sorry down-the-line

My mother sells mangos, my mother is sweet
You’ll love her cilantro, her favas and wheat
It’s steady, the family tree
Be ready for all you can see
The music plays, the lights are hung
My shoes are laced, the night is young
Be ready