Intro: Fm  F / Cm      x6

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

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

Fm     F / Cm   x2

Cm                        Fm          Db    Cm       Db
     I say, I don't like cricket, oh  no, I love it.
                   Fm          Db    Cm       Db            mtm
     I don't like cricket, oh  no, I love it.

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

Fm     F / Cm    x2

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

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

Cm            Fm     F  / Cm                  Fm     F  /  Cm
That you're alone             (a long way from home)

Cm                           Fm          Db     Cm       Db
     And I say, I don't like Reggae, oh  no, I love it.
                   Fm          Db     Cm       Db
     I don't like Reggae,  oh  no, I love it.

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

Fm     F / Cm    x2

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

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

Bbm                         Cbm           D     Bbm       D 
     And I say, don't like Jamaica,  oh  no, I love her.
                 Cbm           D      Bbm       D 
     Don't like Jamaica,   oh  no,  I love her.

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

          Cbm      Fb / Bbm     x2

                Cbm          D      Bbm          D 
 I don't like  cricket,  oh  no,  I love it  (Dreadlock holiday)
               Cbm         D      Bbm          D 
 I don't like Reggae,  oh  no,  I love it  (Dreadlock holiday)
              Cbm           D      Bbm          D 
 I don't like Jamaica,  oh  no,  I love her  (Dreadlock holiday)

at lib

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