Up a cane river to wash my dread.
Upon a rock I rest my head.
There I vision through the seas of oppression.
Oh, don't make my life a prison.

We come from Trench Town. Trench!
Most of them come from Trench Town.
We free the people with music.
Can we free the people with music?
Can we free the people with music?
With music, with music, oh music!

Oh, my head.
In desolate places we'll find our bread.
And everyone see what's taking place.
Oh, another page in history.

We come from Trench Town.
Come from Trench Town.
We come from Trench Town.
Lord, we'll free the people with music.
We free the people with music.
We'll free our people with music.
With music, oh music!

They say it's hard to speak.
They feel so strong to say we are weak.
But through the eyes, the love of our people.
Oh! They've got to repay.

We come from Trench Town.
We come from Trench Town.
Trench, Trench Town.

They say: "Can anything good come out of Trench Town?"
That's what they say.
Say we're the underprivileged people.
So they keep us in the chains.
"Pay, pay, pay tributes to the ???"
We come from (Trench Town).
We come from (Trench Town).
Just because we come from! (Trench Town)
Not because we come from! (Trench Town)