Sold Joe, slave from brother, so it seems.
Goin' down to Potiphar and no more dreams.
You deceive your father, is it all right?
How'd you get to live, the first among twelve tribes?
Chorus:
Now, Judah, how come your fate's so good?
Now, Judah, who ever thought you would?
Sometime on the road, saw a babe that's hot.
Lady was a harlot and was your daughter-in-law.
Oh, boy, now you got to treat her real nice.
David's your descendant, how'd you get that right?
Chorus:
Now, Judah, not sure you understood.
Now, Judah, who thought that you'd make good?
You told your papa you would intervene
And watch your brother, named Benjameen.
You're no angel but you did it all right.
How'd you get to be ancestor of our Christ?
chorus
I said Yah...weh... chose... you!
Not 'cause you, not 'cause you act so good.
Yah...weh... chose... you!
I said Yah...weh... chose... you!
Not 'cause you, not 'cause you act so good.
Yah...weh... chose... you!