Indian

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There are 10 wild horses feeding on 
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the grass alone
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Watched by an Indian he tries to 
catch them all
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With his eagle on his shoulder 
         A
talking to the setting sun
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He waits for the moment for the 
night to come
Em                               
Hidden in the rocks watching the 
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horses how they run
      Em                       Bm
They play in the river called Bougos
 Golden Tongue
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Sending out his eagle to show him 
where to go
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It takes him to a foreign land he's
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 never been before

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with
 the wind
       D                           
I can fly with the butterflies, no 
 A
high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother 
nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
   Em               D9 D9 A
I wished I was there
   Em               D9 D9 A
I wished I was there

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   Em                             
He awakes in the morning with the 
Bm
rising sun
    Em                         Bm
His eagle and the horses, they went 
away they're gone
   D                               
He tries to find his way back home 
    A
to where he once belonged
         G                      
But the world has changed into a 
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place where something has gone wrong

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with
 the wind
       D                           
I can fly with the butterflies, no 
 A
high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother 
nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
   Em               G D9 A
I wished I was there

   Em               G D9 A

      Bm                 G
This Indian he's called Tadero
          D                        
He's the youngest son of big chief 
  A
Farero
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And I believe he's still alive in 
      G
his beautiful paradise
 D                              A
Away from mother earth, somewhere in
 the universe

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with
 the wind
       D                           
I can fly with the butterflies, no 
 A
high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother 
nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
                 Bm  G
I wished I was there
                 D   A
I wished I was there
                 Bm        G   D   A
I wished I was there, there

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with
 the wind
       D                           
I can fly with the butterflies, no 
 A
high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother 
nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
                 Em
I wished I was there