Chord Gitar Desmond Dekker - Pickney Gal Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar A#)

Intro

D       \ 4x
G     A /
 
 
[Verse 1]
D                       G          A
I put my money into a condense can
D                       G          A
You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man
D           G     A           D
Come here, pickney gal, come here
           G                      A
Where you think you're running to?
           D                 G     A           D          G    A
I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here
 
 
[Verse 2]
D                  G       A
How could you say that I'm not real?
D                          G           D
 Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal
D           G     A           D
Come here, pickney gal, come here
           G                      A
Where you think you're running to?
           D                       G     A           D          G    A
I said to come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here
 
 
[Verse 3]
D                        G           A
How could you say, I'm not speaking the truth?
D                         G             A
 Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit
D           G     A           D
Come here, pickney gal, come here
           G                      A
Where you think you're running to?
           D                       G          A           D          G    A
I said, "Come, come, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here"
 
 
[Interlude]
D       \ 5x
G     A /
 
[Verse 4]
D                  G       A
How could you say that I'm not real?
D                          G           D
 Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal
D           G     A           D
Come here, pickney gal, come here
           G                      A
Where you think you're running to?
           D                       G          A           D          G    A
I said, "Come, come, come here, babe, pickney gal, come here"
 
[Verse 5]
D                        G           A
How could you say, I'm not speaking the truth?
D                         G             A
 Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit
D           G     A           D
Come here, pickney gal, come here
           G                      A
Where you think you're running to?
                D                        G          A           D          G    A
Look, I said, "Come, come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here"