Desmond Dekker

Pickney Gal

Desmond Dekker


I put my money into a condens can 
You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man 
Come here, pickney gal, come here, 
Where you think you're running to 
I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here 

How could you say that I'm not real 
Look pon your face, it fayva turn cornmeal 
Come here, pickney gal, come here, 
Where you think you're running to 
I said to come, come here, pickney gal, come here 

How could you say I'm not speaking the truth 
Look pon your gut, it fayva spoilt jackfruit 
Come here, pickney gal, come here 
Where you think you're running to 
I said to come, come, come here girl, pickney gal, come here 
Do, do, ha-ha, hai, ha-hai, hai 

(Repeat 2nd and 3rd verse) 

Come, come, come here babe, come here 
Come here, lord, pickney gal, come here, 
Where you think you're running to 
Look, I said, come, come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here...