Gunga Din
Jim Croce
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Am G You may talk of gin and beerC E When you're stationed way out hereAm G An' you're sent to penny fightsAm an' Aldershot itAm G But when it comes to slaughterC E You will do your work for waterAm G An' you'll lick the bloomin' bootsAm of 'im that's got it.Am G Now in Inja's sunny climeC E Where I used to spend my timeAm G Am Servin' her Majesty the QueenAm G Of all the black faced crewC E The finest man I knewAm G Am Was regimental bhisti, Gunga DinAm G The uniform he woreC E Was nothin' much beforeAm G An' rather less than half of thatAm behindAm G But a piece of twisty ragC E An' a goatskin water bagAm G Was all the field equipment heAm could findG When a sweatin' troop train layAm G Am In a sidin' through the dayC Where the heat would make youG Am bloomin' eyebrows crawlAm G We shouted, "Harry by”C E Till our throats were bricky-dryAm G Then wopped him 'cause he couldn'tAm serve us all.Continues after the adAm G He would dot an' carry oneC E Till the longest day was doneAm G An' never seemed to know the useAm of fearAm G If we charged a broke or cutC E You could bet your bloomin' nutAm G He'd be waitin' fifty paces rightAm flank rear.G With his mussick on his backAm G Am He would skip to our attackC G An' watch us till the bugles madeAm “Retire"Am G An' for all his dirty hideC E He was white, clear white insideAm G When he went to tend the woundedAm under fire. (Spoken)Am G C E It was Din, Din, DinC G With the bullets kickin' dustAm spots on the greenC G And when the cartridges ran outC E You could hear the front files shoutC G Send ammunition mules, and GungaAm Din!Am G I shan't forget the nightC E When I fell behind the fightAm G With a bullet where my belt plateAm should a' beenAm G I was chokin' mad with thirstC E An' the man that spied me firstAm G Was our good old grinnin',Am gruntin' Gunga DinG He lifted up my headAm G Am An' he plugged me where I bledC G An' he gave me half a pint ofAm water greenAm G It was crawlin' and it stunkC E But of all the drinks I've drunkAm G I'm most grateful to the one fromAm Gunga DinAm G He carried me awayC E To where a dooli layAm G An' a bullet came and drilled theAm beggar cleanAm G He carried me insideC E An' just before he diedAm G I hope you liked your drink saidAm Gunga Din.G So I'll meet him later onAm G Am In the place where he as goneC G Where it's always double drill andAm no canteenAm G He'll be squattin' on the coalsC E Givin' drinks to poor damned soulsAm G I'll catch a swig in hell fromAm Gunga DinAm G C E It was Din, Din, DinC G Am You Lazarushian-leather Gunga DinC G Tho' I've belted you an' flayed youC E By the livin' God that made youC G You're a better man than I am,Am G Am C E Am G Am Gunga Din