[themaclad]

No woman no Cry Bob Marley and the Wailers

Norman Stanley Fletcher was in Slade Prison, programme was Porridge

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was log wood burnin' through the night
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone