GUNGA DIN                 (The Byrds)


D                 Dsus4        D       Dsus4
Writing this here letter from aboard a D.C.8
D             Dsus4
Getting in to Angeltown,
  D                  C     G     D   Dsus4  D  Dsus4
I hope we're not too late,   mmm-hmmm...


It rained in New York City, Mr Rock-n-Roll couldn't stay
The crowd was mad, and we were had,
Chasing the sun back to L.A. mmm-hmmm...

CH:
    A                 Bm      A                   Bm
Had breakfast with me Mama, I hope they'll let us in,
A             Bm         A                    C   G
Got a leather jacket on, you know that it's a sin,
      
Gunga Din...D   Dsus4  D  Dsus4



Sitting backwards on this airplane is bound to make me sick
Spend your life on a D.C.8,
Never get to where you'll settle down in the world,



Now we're over Kansas, the clouds are floating by,
The whole world looks back at me,
Looks like I'm much too high, wonder why?...


CH