77 Bombay Street - Indian

There are ^Em10 wild horses feeding ^Bmon the grass alone ^EmWatched by an Indian he t^Bmries to catch them all With his e^Dagle on his shoulder talking ^Ato the setting sun He w^Gaits for the moment ^F#for the night to come ^EmHidden in the rocks watching the ^Bmhorses how they run They p^Emlay in the river called B^Bmougos Golden Tongue ^DSending out his eagle to s^Ahow him where to go It t^Gakes him to a foreign land he's ^F#never been before

I w^Bmished I were an Indian g^Going with the wind I can f^Dly with the butterflies, no h^Aigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd ^Bmlove to be an Indian in m^Gother nature's paradise No ^DCO2 in the air ^A I w^Emished I was there^{D9 D9 A} I w^Emished I was there^{D9 D9 A}

He ^Emawakes in the morning with the ^Bmrising sun His ^Emeagle and the horses, they ^Bmwent away they're gone He ^Dtries to find his way back home to w^Ahere he once belonged But the w^Gorld has changed into a place where s^F#omething has gone wrong

I w^Bmished I were an Indian g^Going with the wind I can f^Dly with the butterflies, no h^Aigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd ^Bmlove to be an Indian in m^Gother nature's paradise No ^DCO2 in the air ^A I w^Emished I was there^{G D9 A}

This I^Bmndian he's called T^Gadero He's the y^Doungest son of big chief Fa^Arero And I b^Bmelieve he's still alive in his b^Geautiful paradise A^Dway from mother earth, somewher^Ae in the universe

I w^Bmished I were an Indian g^Going with the wind I can f^Dly with the butterflies, no h^Aigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd ^Bmlove to be an Indian in m^Gother nature's paradise No ^DCO2 in the air ^A I wished I was th^Bmere ^G I wished I was th^Dere ^A I wished I was th^Bmere, there^{G D A}

I w^Bmished I were an Indian g^Going with the wind I can f^Dly with the butterflies, no h^Aigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd ^Bmlove to be an Indian in m^Gother nature's paradise No ^DCO2 in the air ^A I wished I was th^Emere