Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pickney Gal, artist - Desmond Dekker. Date of issue: 31.05.2014
Song language: English
Pickney Gal |
| I put my money into a condense 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 favor turn cornmeal |
| Come here, pickney gal, come here |
| Where you think you’re running to? |
| I said to come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here |
| How could you say, I’m not speaking the truth? |
| Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit |
| Come here, girl, pickney gal, come here |
| Where you think you’re running to? |
| I said, «Come, come, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here» |
| How could you say that I’m not real? |
| Look 'pon your face, it favor turn cornmeal |
| Come here, come here, girl, pickney gal, come here |
| Where you think you’re running to? |
| I said, «Come, come, come here babe, pickney gal, come here» |
| How could you say, I’m not speaking the truth? |
| Look 'pon your gut, it favor spoilt jack fruit |
| Come here, gal, pickney gal, come here |
| Where you think you’re running to? |
| Look, I said, «Come, come, come, come here, pickney, come here» |