Lyrics Pickney Gal - Desmond Dekker
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"
Album
Israelites
1 Pickney Gal
2 Get Up Edina
3 Beautiful and Dangerous
4 Hippopotamus
5 King of Ska
6 It Pays
7 Live and Learn
8 Licking Stick
9 Music Like Dirt
10 Honour Your Father and Mother
11 Archie Wah Wah
12 Mother Pepper
13 Mount Zion
14 Reggae Recipe
15 Pretty Africa
16 Where Did It Go
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