The Byrds – Gunga Din (Guitar)

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I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8

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Heading into Angel Town I hope it's not too late

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It rained in New York City

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Mr rock n roll couldn't stay

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The crowd was mad and we were  had

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Chasing the sun back to L.A.

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Have breakfast with me mamma I hope they'll let us in

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Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din

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Sitting backwards on this airplane is bound to make me sick

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Spend your life on a DC8

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Never get to bed settle down settle down

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Now we're over Kansas where the clouds are floating by

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The whole wide world looks back at me

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Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why

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Have breakfast with me mamma I hope they'll let us in

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Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din