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Dreadlock Holiday


Eric Stewart Graham Gouldman


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Song : G
Intro :

Gm F Cm Gm F Cm
Gm F Cm Gm F Cm
Gm F Cm Gm F Cm

Gm F Cm
I was walkin' down the street,
Gm F Cm
concentratin' on truckin' right
Gm F Cm
I heard a dark voice beside of me,
Gm F Cm
And I looked 'round in a state of fright.

Gm
I saw four faces, one mad;
Cm
a brother from the gutter.
Gm
They looked me up and down a bit
Cm
and turned to each other.

Gm F Cm Gm F

Cm Gm Eb Cm Eb
I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it.
Gm Eb Cm Eb
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it.

F Bb
Don't you walk through my words.
F Bb
You got to show some respect.
F Bb
Don't you walk through my words,
F Bb C D
Cause you ain't heard me out yet.

Gm F Cm Gm F Cm

Gm F Cm
Well, he looked down on my silver chain.
Gm F Cm
He said: 'I'll give you one dollar'.
Gm F Cm
I said: 'You've got to be jokin', man,
Gm F Cm
It was a present from me mother'

Gm
He said: 'I like it, I want it,
Cm
I'll take it off your hands,
Gm
And you'll be sorry you crossed me,
Cm
You better understand

Cm Gm F
That you're alone
Cm Gm F Cm
a long way from home

Cm Gm Eb Cm Eb
And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it.
Gm Eb Cm Eb
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it.

F Bb
Don't you cramp me style,
F Bb
Don't you queer me pitch.
F Bb
Don't you walk through my words,
F Bb C D
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet.

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G#m F# C#m
I hurried back to the swimmig pool,
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sinkin' Pina Colada.
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I heard a dark voice beside me say
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'Would you like something harder ?'

G#m
She said: 'I've got it, you want it,
C#m
my harvest is the best,
G#m
And if you try it, You'll like it
C#m
and wallow in a Dreadlock holiday.

G#m F# C#m G#m F# C#m
C#m G#m E C#m E
And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her.
G#m E C#m E
Don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her.

F# B
Don't you walk through my words.
F# B
You got to show some respect.
F# B
Don't you walk through my words,
F# B C# D#
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet.

G#m F# C#m G#m F# C#m

G#m E C#m E
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it Dreadlock holiday
G#m E C#m E
I don't like Reggae, oh no, I love it Dreadlock holiday
G#m E C#m E
I don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her Dreadlock holiday

ad lib.

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