Sometime ago I met a Navajo. In a parking lot in Tokyo. He said everything wordlessly. Wonderlust in my eyes he did see. Oh yea. Oh oh yea. Those postcards I sent to Birmingham. All the way from those windows of Amsterdam. I copped a gram from Dappersan. Just to fall at her man in another jam. Oh yea. Oh oh yea. Its the same in any language. A brother is a brother if there’s one thing I know. Its the same in any language. Wherever you go. Oooo yea. I ran out of Jack in Tripoli. Oh those freedom fighters they were good to me. They asked me all about Tennessee. And on one thing we all did agree. Oh yea. Yea oh oh yea. Its the same in any language. A brother is a brother if there’s one thing I know. Its the same in any language. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go. Wherever you go