Текст песни 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"
Альбом
Rude Boy Ska
1 Honour Your Mother and Father
2 Live and Learn (The More You Live)
3 Licking Stick
4 Hippopotamus
5 Pickney Gal
6 Beautiful and Dangerous
7 It Pays
8 Rude Boy Train
9 Get Up Edina
10 What Will You Gain
11 My Reward
12 Go and Tell My People
13 Young Generation
14 It's a Shame
15 Mount Zion
16 Parents
17 Mother Pepper
18 (Where Did It Go) The Song We Used to Sing
19 King of Ska (& Cherry Pies)
20 Music Like Dirt (Intensified)
21 Generosity
22 Look What You Are Doing to Me
23 First Time For a Long Time
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