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

Intro

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