Gunga Din chords and lyrics - JIM CROCE

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[Verse 1]
[Am]You [Em]may t[Am]alk
of gin and beer
When you're stationed [Em]way out here
[Am]An' you're sent to penny
Fights an' [Em]Aldershot [Am]it
But when it comes to slaughter
You'll [F]do your work for water
[Am]An' you'll lick [F#dim]the bloom
[Em]in' boots
Of 'im that's [Am]got it[C][Em][C][G]
[Am]Now

[Verse 2]
in Inja's sunny [G]clime
Where I [F]used to spend my [Em]time
[F]Servin' her [G]Majesty the [Am]Queen
Of [C]Ill the blIck faced [G]crew
The [F]finest man I [Em]knew
Was [F]regimental [G]bhisti, Gunga [Am]Din
The uniform he [G]wore was

[Verse 3]
[F]
nothin' much be[G]fore
An' [F]rather less than [G]half of that be[Am]hind
But a [C]piece of twisty [G]rag
An' a [F]goatskin water [Em]bag
Was [F]all the field [G]equip
ment he could [Am]find
When a [G]sweatin' troop train

[Verse 4]
lay
In a sid[Am]in' through the day
Where the [F]heat would make
Your [G]bloomin' eyebrows [Am]crawl
We [C]shouted, "Harry [G]by"
Till our [F]throats were bricky-dry
[G]Then Then [F]whopped him 'cause he
[G]Couldn't serve us [Am]all

[Verse 5]
He [Am]would dot an' carry [G]one
Till the [F]longest day was [G]done
An' [F]never seemed to
[G]knew the use of [Am]fear
If we [C]charged a broke or [G]cut
You could [F]bet your bloomin' [Em]nut
He'd be [F]waitin' fifty [G]paces
[Am]Right flank rear
[G]With his mussick on his back He would

[Verse 6]
[Am]
skip to [Em]our attack[Am]
An' [F]watch us till the [G]bugles
made "Re[Am]tire"
An' for all his [C]dirty [G]hide
He was [F]white, clear white in[Em]side
When he [F]went to tend the
[G]wounded under [Am]fire
It was [G]Din, Din,

[Verse 7]
[F]Din
[Em]With the bullets kickin' dust
Spots on the [Am]green
[C]And when the cartridges [G]ran out
You could [F]hear the front files [Em]shout
[F]Send ammunition [G]mules, and Gunga [Am]Din!
I shan't forget the [G]night When I

[Verse 8]
[F]
fell behind the [Em]fight
With a [F]bullet where my [G]belt
Plate should a' [Am]been
I was [C]chokin' mad with [G]thirst
An' the [F]man that spied me [Em]first
Was our [F]good ol' grinnin'
[G]Gruntin' Gunga [Am]Din
He [G]lifted up my

[Verse 9]
head
An' he [Am]plugged me where I bled
An' he [F]gave me half a
[G]pint of water [Am]green
It was [C]crawlin' [G]and it stunk
But of [F]all the drinks I've [Em]drunk
I'm [F]most grateful to the
[G]one from Gunga [Am]Din
He carried me [G]away to

[Verse 10]
[F]where a duly [G]lay
An' a [F]bullet came and
[G]Drilled the beggar [Am]clean
He carried [C]me in[G]side
An' [F]just before he [Em]died
"I [F]hope you liked your
[G]Drink" said Gunga [Am]Din

[Verse 11]
So I'll [G]meet him later on
In the [Am]place where he as gone
Where it's [F]always double [G]drill
[Am]And no canteen
He'll be [C]squattin' on the [G]coals
Givin' [F]drinks to poor damned [Em]souls
I'll [F]catch a swig in [G]hell from
Gunga [Am]Din

[Verse 12]
It was Din, Din, [F]Din
[Em]You Lazarushian leather Gunga Din
[Am]Tho' [C]I've belted you an' [G]flayed you
[F]By the livin' God [Em]that made
you
[F]You're a better man than I am, Gunga [Am]Din