Gunja Din

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study scholarship or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# # From Sun Apr 27 11:36:27 1997 Date: Wed 19 Mar 1997 02:17:06 GMT From: To: Subject: Gunja Din    The Byrds     Chords/Words thanks to Tom Isenhour for the words please post corrections The Byrds       Gunja Din        written by Gene Parsons I’m writing this here letter from aboard a DC8   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 Chasing the sun back to L.A.     Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they’ll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that it’s a sin Gunga Din Sitting backwards on this airplane is bound to make me sick C                    Csus/F Spend your life on a DC8 Never get to bed settle down settle down Now we’re over Kansas  where the clouds are  floating by     C                      Csus/F The whole wide world looks back at me Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they’ll let us in 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 The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in their creosote green    Your flying them back to the Mexican border To spend all their money to wade back again Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee Some of us are illegal and others not wanted Our work contracts  out and we have to move on   Six hundred miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws like rustlers and thieves Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos  canyon A fireball of lightning it shook  all our hills Who are all these firends who are scattered like dry leaves The radio said they were just deportees Goodbye to Juan goodbye  Roseleta  adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be deportee    From the "The Ballad Of Easy Rider"  LP  Columbia Records 1969