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                            Mr. DC - Sugar Minott
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Tabbed by: Gil Velez
E-mail:gilvelez@yahoo.com

Tuning: Standard
              A#Time (x1333x@1)so rough,
                   D#And (x43121@3)time so tough.
                A#Time (x1333x@1)so rough.

D# (x43121@3)A# (x1333x@1)                             D#Coming (x43121@3)from the country with my bag of collie,
   A# (x1333x@1)                 D#I (x43121@3)walk up on a DC, him want fe hold me.
A# (x1333x@1)                         D#Don't (x43121@3)you run now youthman, you won't get away.
        A#If (x1333x@1)you slip you will die,
            D#And (x43121@3)if you run you can't hide.
      A# (x1333x@1)                    D#For (x43121@3)I've got my clip, stuck right in my hip, now.

A# (x1333x@1)          D#Whoa-oa-oa (x43121@3)DC.
Don't you take my ishen!
A# (x1333x@1)        D#Whoa-oa-oa (x43121@3)DC.
Don't you touch my collie!
A# (x1333x@1)         D#Whoa-oa-oa (x43121@3)DC.

***Rest of song repeats same chord structure.  One tiny change in chords below after 
'Jah will bless you'***

The children crying for hunger and I-man a suffer,
So you've got to see, it's just collie that feeds me.
Fifty cents a stick, and a dollar a quarter,
That's what keeps me alive, me and my two kids and wife.
So give me a chance sir, a make me gwaan little faster,
Just let me pass through, and Jah will bless you.

A# (x1333x@1)        CWhoa-oa-oa (x32010@1)DC.
Don't you take my ishen!
A# (x1333x@1)        CWhoa-oa-oa (x32010@1)DC.
Don't you touch my collie!
A# (x1333x@1)                    C (x32010@1)     A# (x1333x@1)            CNow, (x32010@1)for the time is so rough, I gotta hustle, yea..

***And back to A# > D# here*****

A# (x1333x@1)                                 D# (x43121@3)(You get the point.....)
I got the great sensimilla, and the good lambsbread, ya.
A little Dry Pon Stump and a little Goat head, ya.
You dread them waiting in the city,
We go lick it to the gritty.
So please Mister DC, won't you have some pity?

Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don't you take my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don't you touch my collie!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don't you touch my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don't you touch my collie!

No, no, no, no, Mister DC.