Gunga Din chords by Jim Croce

Capo 5.

(Spoken)
      Am        G
You may talk of gin and beer
        C        E
When you're stationed way out here
Am             G         Am
An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
     Am       G
But when it comes to slaughter
     C         E
You will do your work for water
      Am          G       Am
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.

    Am      G
Now in Inja's sunny clime
      C       E
Where I used to spend my time
Am      G      Am
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
   Am        G
Of all the black faced crew
   C      E
The finest man I knew
    Am   G      Am
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din

   Am     G
The uniform he wore
    C      E
Was nothin' much before
Am            G     Am
An' rather less than half of that behind
    Am       G
But a piece of twisty rag
    C        E
An' a goatskin water bag
     Am       G        Am
Was all the field equipment he could find

    G
When a sweatin' troop train lay
    Am   G    Am
In a sidin' through the day
      C           G        Am
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
   Am      G
We shouted, "Harry by?
    C           E
Till our throats were bricky-dry
    Am       G          Am
Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all.

      Am      G
He would dot an' carry one
    C          E
Till the longest day was done
    Am        G      Am
An' never seemed to know the use of fear
    Am        G
If we charged a broke or cut
      C        E
You could bet your bloomin' nut
     Am      G        Am
He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.

    G
With his mussick on his back
      Am   G   Am
He would skip to our attack
     C       G       Am
An' watch us till the bugles made ?Retire"
    Am       G
An' for all his dirty hide
       C        E
He was white, clear white inside
      Am       G      Am
When he went to tend the wounded under fire.

(Spoken)
    Am  G  C   E
It was Din, Din, Din
     C        G         Am
With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
        C      G
And when the cartridges ran out
       C         E
You could hear the front files shout
    C        G     Am
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!

  Am         G
I shan't forget the night
    C        E
When I fell behind the fight
    Am         G        Am
With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
    Am        G
I was chokin' mad with thirst

    C          E
An' the man that spied me first
      Am        G      Am
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din

    G
He lifted up my head
    Am     G   Am
An' he plugged me where I bled
    C        G      Am
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
    Am       G
It was crawlin' and it stunk
    C           E
But of all the drinks I've drunk
      Am       G      Am
I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din

    Am    G
He carried me away
    C     E
To where a dooli lay
    Am       G         Am
An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
    Am     G
He carried me inside
    C       E
An' just before he died
  Am          G        Am
I hope you liked your drink said Gunga Din.

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

    Am  G   C    E
It was Din, Din, Din
    C    G       Am
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din

      C          G
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
       C       E
By the livin' God that made you
    C        G      Am   G Am C E Am G Am