77 Bombay Street Indian chords

Indian by 77 Bombay Street

"Indian" by 77 Bombay Street


Intro: Em Bm Em Bm

          Em                     Bm
There are 10 wild horses feeding on the grass alone
Em                       Bm
Watched by an Indian he tries to catch them all
          D                            A
With his eagle on his shoulder talking to the setting sun
    G                   F#
He waits for the moment for the night to come
Em                               Bm
Hidden in the rocks watching the horses how they run
      Em                       Bm
They play in the river called Bougos Golden Tongue
D                         A
Sending out his eagle to show him where to go
    G                               F#
It takes him to a foreign land he's never been before

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       D                            A
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
   Em               D9 D9 A
I wished I was there
   Em               D9 D9 A
I wished I was there

   Em                             Bm
He awakes in the morning with the rising sun
    Em                         Bm
His eagle and the horses, they went away they're gone
   D                                   A
He tries to find his way back home to where he once belonged
         G                                    F#
But the world has changed into a place where something has gone wrong

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       D                            A
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
   Em               G D9 A
I wished I was there

   Em               G D9 A

      Bm                 G
This Indian he's called Tadero
          D                          A
He's the youngest son of big chief Farero
       Bm                              G
And I believe he's still alive in his beautiful paradise
 D                              A
Away from mother earth, somewhere in the universe

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       D                            A
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
                 Bm  G
I wished I was there
                 D   A
I wished I was there
                 Bm        G   D   A
I wished I was there, there

   Bm                      G
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       D                            A
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Bm                       G
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   D              A
No CO2 in the air
                 Em
I wished I was there