Dreadlock Holiday Ukulele tab

	  Intro: Gm  F / Cm      x6

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

Gm     F / Cm   x2

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

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

Gm     F / Cm    x2

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

Cm            Gm     F  / Cm                  Gm     F  /  Cm
That you're alone             (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.

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

Gm     F / Cm    x2

          Abm                 Gb   / Dbm          Abm       Gb   / Dbm  
I hurried back to the swimmig pool,     sinkin' Pina Colada.
          Abm                 Gb   / Dbm  
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Dbm         Abm            Gb    / Dbm  
'Would you like something harder ?'

                Abm                       Dbm  
She said: 'I've got it, you want it,   my harvest is the best,
           Abm                         Dbm  
And if you try it,  You'll like it and wallow in a
Dbm            Abm     Gb/Dbm          Abm       Gb / Dbm
Dreadlock holiday.

Dbm                         Abm           E     Dbm       E 
     And I say, don't like Jamaica,  oh  no, I love her.
                 Abm           E      Dbm       E 
     Don't like Jamaica,   oh  no,  I love her.

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

          Abm      Gb / Dbm     x2

                Abm          E      Dbm          E 
 I don't like  cricket,  oh  no,  I love it  (Dreadlock holiday)
               Abm         E      Dbm          E 
 I don't like Reggae,  oh  no,  I love it  (Dreadlock holiday)
              Abm           E      Dbm          E 
 I don't like Jamaica,  oh  no,  I love her  (Dreadlock holiday)

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(bass  F/G        Bb/C  C C C)