Tuning: E A D G B E

Based on this cover: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBL2_nDIm6c Wish I knew the picking or had the complete tab, but if you want to strum it out, I'm pretty sure this is 100%. Capo 5. (Spoken)

You may tal^Amk of gin and beer^G When you're stat^Cioned way out he^Ere ^AmAn' you're sent to penny fig^Ghts an' Aldershot ^Amit But when ^Amit comes to sla^Gughter You will d^Co your work for wa^Eter An' you'll l^Amick the bloomin' boot^Gs of 'im that's^Am got it.

Now in I^Amnja's sunny cl^Gime Where I use^Cd to spend my t^Eime ^AmServin' her Ma^Gjesty the Qu^Ameen Of all^Am the black faced c^Grew The f^Cinest man I k^Enew Was regi^Ammental b^Ghisti, Gunga ^AmDin

The u^Amniform he w^Gore Was noth^Cin' much bef^Eore ^AmAn' rather less than half ^Gof that beh^Amind But a pi^Amece of twisty ra^Gg An' a go^Catskin water bag^E Was all t^Amhe field equipm^Gent he could fin^Amd

When a s^Gweatin' troop train lay In a sid^Amin' thr^Gough the ^Amday Where the h^Ceat would make you blo^Gomin' eyebrows c^Amrawl We sho^Amuted, "Harry b^Gy” Till our^C throats were bricky-d^Ery Then wop^Amped him 'cause h^Ge couldn't serve us ^Amall.

He would do^Amt an' carry o^Gne Till the^C longest day was don^Ee An' nev^Amer seemed to know^G the use of ^Amfear If we ch^Amarged a broke or c^Gut You could be^Ct your bloomin' n^Eut He'd be wa^Amitin' fifty pa^Gces right flank ^Amrear.

With his^G mussick on his back He would sk^Amip to o^Gur atta^Amck An' watch^C us till the bu^Ggles made “Ret^Amire" An' for ^Amall his dirty hi^Gde He was white,^C clear white insi^Ede When he went^Am to tend the wo^Gunded under f^Amire.

(Spoken)

It was D^Amin, D^Gin, D^Cin ^E With the b^Cullets kickin' d^Gust spots on the g^Amreen And when the car^Ctridges ran o^Gut You could hea^Cr the front files s^Ehout Send amm^Cunition mules, a^Gnd Gunga D^Amin!

I sh^Aman't forget the nig^Ght When I f^Cell behind the f^Eight With a b^Amullet where my belt ^Gplate should a' ^Ambeen I was ch^Amokin' mad with th^Girst

An' the ^Cman that spied me fi^Erst Was our good^Am old grinnin', gr^Guntin' Gunga^Am Din

He lift^Ged up my head An' he p^Amlugged me w^Ghere I ^Ambled An' he g^Cave me half a pi^Gnt of water g^Amreen It was c^Amrawlin' and it s^Gtunk But of a^Cll the drinks I've dru^Enk I'm most gr^Amateful to the on^Ge from Gunga ^AmDin

He carr^Amied me aw^Gay To where^C a dooli l^Eay An' a bu^Amllet came and dr^Gilled the beggar cl^Amean He carr^Amied me insi^Gde An' jus^Ct before he di^Eed I h^Amope you liked your dr^Gink said Gunga D^Amin.

So I'll ^Gmeet him later on In the p^Amlace where ^Ghe as g^Amone Where it's alw^Cays double drill^G and no cant^Ameen He'll be squ^Amattin' on the co^Gals Givin' d^Crinks to poor damned so^Euls I'll c^Amatch a swig in h^Gell from Gunga D^Amin

It was ^AmDin, ^GDin, D^Cin ^E You Laza^Crushian-l^Geather Gunga D^Amin

Tho' I've be^Clted you an' flayed ^Gyou By the livin' ^CGod that made y^Eou You're a^C better man than ^GI am, Gunga ^AmDin ^G ^Am ^C ^E ^Am ^G ^Am

Jim Croce - Gunga din