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

Intro

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