Gunja Din de Byrds

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		   From [email protected] Sun Apr 27 11:36:27 1997

thanks to Tom Isenhour for the words
please post corrections

The Byrds       Gunja Din        written by Gene Parsons

C                     Csus/F      C        Csus/F
I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8
C            Csus/F       C                 Bb  F  C
Heading into Angel town I hope 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                   Am
Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they'll let us in
G             Am          G                Bb  F     C
Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din
C                         Csus/F      C                Csus/F
Sitting backwards on this airplane is bound to make me sick
C                    Csus/F
Spend your life on a DC8
C            Bb         F           C
Never get to bed settle down settle down
C              Csus/F            C           Csus/F
Now we're over Kansas  where the clouds are  floating by
    C                      Csus/F
The whole wide world looks back at me
     C               Bb   F       C
Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why
      G                Am      G                   Am
Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they'll let us in
G             Am          G                Bb  F     C
Got a leather jacket on I know 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            D
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
D                         A               D      D7
The oranges are packed in their creosote green
     G                       D
Your flying them back to the Mexican border
                            A7         D
To spend all their money to wade back again
    G               D              A7                D        D7
Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
    G                          D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
                                A7       D
And all they will call you will be deportee
D                          G          D
Some of us are illegal and others not wanted
D                              A            D   D7
Our work contracts  out and we have to move on
G                         D
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
                                A            D
They chase us like outlaws like rustlers and thieves
 G               D                 A7               D         D7
Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
    G                          D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
                                A        D
And all they will call you will be deportee
D                              G          D
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos  canyon
D                          A7              D
A fireball of lightning it shook  all our hills
G                                 D
Who are all these firends who are scattered like dry leaves
                         A7        D
The radio said they were just deportees
 G               D                 A7               D          D7
Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
    G                          D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
                                A        D
And all they will call you will be deportee


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