Lyrics
Well (oh well)
Very well, very well
Old uncle Ben him have two goats In the pen
A bucket of milk for his wife and his children
The meditations of his heart is on Jah commandments
Him no have no problem (No problem)
'Cause he only wants to work for his own
River road him broke rob store
Family love will welcome home
All wrong doings him leave that alone
'Cause the keys to contentment is a clear clean conscience
Know where you going and who are your friends
'Cause the door to contentment is confidence in yourself
Use what you’ve got, your soul is gifted
Very well (Oh well)
Grand, auntie, girlie, ain’t got much you see really
And she’s not so strong and hearty as used to be
Gone is the tax collector, now here comes the missionary
Gave her a word of prayer, but it was not for free
Just like a dog in search of a bone, he took all she had left her alone How can she make bread out of stone?
That kind of evil Jah won’t condone
'Cause the keys to contentment is a clear clean conscience
Know where you going and who are your friends
'Cause the door to contentment is confidence in yourself
Use what you’ve got, your soul is gifted
You can be happy and your heart set free
The fact of the matter is you are not guilty
And in times of drought a hand full of corn is waiting
Down in the barn
I build this house myself It is safe and warm
You see I only want to work for my own
River road I broke rob store
Family love welcomes me home
All the wrongdoings I leave that alone!
'Cause the keys to contentment is a clear clean conscience
Know where you going and who are your friends
'Cause the door to contentment is confidence in yourself
Use what you’ve got, your soul is gifted
Oh very well, so very well
Oh yes, my friends
Written by: Daweh Congo