Gunja Din

C                     Csus/F      
I'm writing this here letter from 
C        Csus/F
aboard a DC8
C            Csus/F       C     
Heading into Angel town I hope 
            Bb  F  C
it's not too late
C                     Csus/F
It rained in New York City
    C                   Csus/F
Mr rock n roll couldn't stay
    C                 Csus/F
The crowd was mad and we were  had
C                       Bb   F  C
Chasing the sun back to L.A.
      G                Am      G 
Have breakfest with me mamma I 
                  Am
hope they'll let us in
G             Am          G     
Got a leather jacket on I know 
           Bb  F     C
that it's a sin Gunga Din
C                         Csus/F 
Sitting backwards on this 
     C                Csus/F
airplane is bound to make me sick
C                    Csus/F
Spend your life on a DC8
C            Bb         F       
Never get to bed settle down 
    C
settle down
C              Csus/F            
Now we're over Kansas  where the 
C           Csus/F
clouds are  floating by
    C                      Csus/F
The whole wide world looks back at 
me
     C               Bb   F       
Just like a mushroom pie I wonder 
C
why
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      G                Am      G 
Have breakfest with me mamma I 
                  Am
hope they'll let us in
G             Am          G     
Got a leather jacket on I know 
           Bb  F     C
that it's a sin Gunja Din


From the "The Ballad Of Easy Rider" 
LP, Columbia Records 1969


The Byrds - Deportee
written by Woodie Guthrie/M. Hoffman

D                            G   
The crops are all in and the 
         D
peaches are rotting
D                         A  
The oranges are packed in their 
             D      D7
creosote green
     G                       D
Your flying them back to the Mexican
 border
                            A7  
To spend all their money to wade 
       D
back again
    G               D              
Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  
A7                D        D7
adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
    G                          D
You won't have a name when you ride 
the big airplane
                                A7 
And all they will call you will be 
      D
deportee
D                          G     
Some of us are illegal and others
     D
 not wanted
D                              A 
Our work contracts  out and we 
           D   D7
have to move on
G                         D
Six hundred miles to that Mexican 
border
They chase us like outlaws like 
A            D
rustlers and thieves
 G               D                 
Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  
A7               D         D7
adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
    G                          D
You won't have a name when you ride 
the big airplane
                                A  
And all they will call you will be 
      D
deportee
D                              G 
The sky plane caught fire over 
         D
Los Gatos  canyon
D                          A7    
A fireball of lightning it shook 
          D
 all our hills
G                                 
Who are all these firends who are 
D
scattered like dry leaves
                         A7  
The radio said they were just 
      D
deportees
 G               D                 
Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  
A7               D          D7
adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
    G                          D
You won't have a name when you ride 
the big airplane
                                A  
And all they will call you will be 
      D
deportee