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

Intro

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