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

Intro

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