Tobacco Island Lyrics - Within A Mile Of Home - Flogging Molly

All to hell we must sail 

For the shores of sweet Barbados 

Where the sugar cane grows taller 

Than the God we once believed in 

Till the butcher and his crown 

Raped the land we used to sleep in 

Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes 

That haunt tobacco island 

'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure 

They dragged us from our homeland 

With the musket and their gun 

Cromwell and his roundheads 

Battered all we know 

Shackled hopes of freedom 

We're now but stolen goods 

Darken the horizon 

Blackened from the sun 

This rotten cage of Bridgetown 

Is where I now belong 

All to hell we must sail 

For the shores of sweet Barbados 

Where the sugar cane grows taller 

Than the God we once believed in 

Till the butcher and his crown 

Raped the land we used to sleep in 

Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes 

That haunt tobacco island 

Red leg down a peg 

Blistered burns the soul 

The floggings they're a plenty 

But reasons there are none 

Our backs belong to landlords 

Where branded is there name 

Paid for with ten shillings 

Cheap labor never breaks 

The silver moon is shinin' 

Cools the copper blood 

Where the livin' meet the dead 

And together dance as one 

All to hell we must sail 

For the shores of sweet Barbados 

Where the sugar cane grows taller 

Than the God we once believed in 

Till the butcher and his crown 

Raped the land we used to sleep in 

Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes 

That haunt tobacco island 

Agony, will you cleanse this misery? 

For it's never again I'll breathe 

The air of home 

From this sandy edge 

The rolling sea breaks my revenge 

With each whisper a thousand waves 

I hear roar, I'm coming home 

Dark is the horizon 

Blackened by the sun 

This rotten cage of Bridgetown 

Is where I now belong 

All to hell we must sail 

For the shores of sweet Barbados 

Where the sugar cane grows taller 

Than the God we once believed in 

Till the butcher and his crown 

Raped the land we used to sleep in 

Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes 

That haunt tobacco island 

All to hell we must sail 

For the shores of sweet Barbados 

Where the sugar cane grows taller 

Than the God we once believed in 

Till the butcher and his crown 

Raped the land we used to sleep in 

Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes 

That haunt tobacco island