77 Bombay Street - Indian

There are ^Em10 wild horses feeding ^Bmon the grass alone W^Ematched by an Indian, he ^Bmtries to catch them all With his ^D9eagle on his shoulder talking ^Ato the setting sun He ^Gwaits for the moment, ^F#for the night to come

H^Emidden in the rocks watching t^Bmhe horses how they run They p^Emlay in the river called '^BmBougos Golden Tongue' S^D9ending out his eagle to ^Ashow him where to go It t^Gakes him to a foreign land he's^F# never been before

I^Bm wished I were an Indian ^Ggoing with the wind I can f^D9ly with the butterflies -- no ^Ahigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd ^Bmlove to be an Indian in ^GMother Nature's paradise No ^D9CO2 in the air, ^AI wished I was th^Emere ^{G D9 A} I wished I was ^Emthere ^{G D9 A}

He a^Emwakes in the morning with the r^Bmising sun His e^Emagle and the horses they ^Bmwent away, they're gone He t^D9ries to find his way back home to w^Ahere he once belonged But the ^Gworld has changed into a place where s^F#omething has

I ^Bmwished I were an Indian ^Ggoing with the wind I can f^D9ly with the butterflies no ^Ahigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd l^Bmove to be an Indian in M^Gother Nature's paradise No ^D9CO2 in the air,^A I wished I was th^Emere ^{G D9 A Em G D9 A}

This ^BmIndian he's called Ta^Gdero He's the ^D9youngest son of big chief Fa^Arero And I bel^Bmieve he's still alive in his b^Geautiful paradise Aw^D9ay from Mother Earth Somew^Ahere in the universe

I w^Bmished I were an Indian g^Going with the wind I can f^D9ly with the butterflies no ^Ahigh-tech, no rainy eyes I'd ^Bmlove to be an Indian in ^GMother Nature's paradise No ^D9CO2 in the air,^A I wished I was th^Emere ^G I wished I was th^D9ere,^A I wished I was th^Emere ^{G D9 A}

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