Biografía:
James Joseph "Jim" Croce nació el 10 de enero de 1943 en South Philadelphia.
Fue cantante y compositor de folk rock. Grabó para Capitol y ABC Records entre 1960 y 1973, año en que falleció en un accidente aéreo, el día 20 de septiembre.
A principios de los '60, asiste a la universidad de Villanova, Pennsylvania. En aquel lugar se hace miembro de los Villanova Singers, además de participar como DJ de la radio de la universidad (WXVU). Allí también conoce a Ingrid Jacobson
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Otras canciones:
- A Long Time Ago
- Age
- Alabama Rain
- Bad Bad Leroy Brown
- Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
- I Got A Name
- I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
- I've Got A Name
- Lover's Cross
- Next Time This Time
- Operator
- Photographs And Memories
- Time In A Bottle
- Walking Back To Georgia
- Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
- You Don T Mess Around With Jim
- A Good Time Man Like Me Aint Got No Business Sing The Blues
- Another Day Another Town
- Bad Boy Leroy Brown
- Ball Of Kerrymuir
- Big Wheel
- Box 10
- Car Wash Blues
- Careful Man
- Child Of Midnight
- Cotton Mouth River
- Dreamin Again
- Five Short Minutes
- Gunga Din
- Hard Way Every Time
- Hey Tomorrow
- Ill Have To Say I Love You
- Ill Have To Say I Love You In A Song
- It Doesnt Have To Be That Way
- Ive Got A Name
- Kings Song
- Lovers Cross
- Maybe Tomorrow
- Mr Bojangles
- New Yorks Not For Me
- New Yorks Not My Home
- Old Man River
- One Less Set Footsteps
- Railroads And Riverboats
- Rapid Roy The Stock Car Boy
- Recently
- Roller Derby Queen
- Speedball Tucker
- Stone Walls
- Sun Come Up
- The Hard Way Everytime
- These Dreams
- Thursday
- Tomorrows Gonna Be A Brighter Day
- Top Hat Bar And Grille
- Vespers
- Walkin Back To Georgia
- Wear Out The Turnpike
- Which Way Are You Going
- Workin At The Car Wash Blues
- You Dont Mess Around
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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)
Am G
You may talk of gin and beer
C E
When you're stationed way out here
Am G Am
An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
Am G
But when it comes to slaughter
C E
You will do your work for water
Am G Am
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Am G
Now in Inja's sunny clime
C E
Where I used to spend my time
Am G Am
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
Am G
Of all the black faced crew
C E
The finest man I knew
Am G Am
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
Am G
The uniform he wore
C E
Was nothin' much before
Am G Am
An' rather less than half of that behind
Am G
But a piece of twisty rag
C E
An' a goatskin water bag
Am G Am
Was all the field equipment he could find
G
When a sweatin' troop train lay
Am G Am
In a sidin' through the day
C G Am
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
Am G
We shouted, "Harry by”
C E
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Am G Am
Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all.
Am G
He would dot an' carry one
C E
Till the longest day was done
Am G Am
An' never seemed to know the use of fear
Am G
If we charged a broke or cut
C E
You could bet your bloomin' nut
Am G Am
He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
G
With his mussick on his back
Am G Am
He would skip to our attack
C G Am
An' watch us till the bugles made “Retire"
Am G
An' for all his dirty hide
C E
He was white, clear white inside
Am G Am
When he went to tend the wounded under fire.
(Spoken)
Am G C E
It was Din, Din, Din
C G Am
With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
C G
And when the cartridges ran out
C E
You could hear the front files shout
C G Am
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
Am G
I shan't forget the night
C E
When I fell behind the fight
Am G Am
With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
Am G
I was chokin' mad with thirst
C E
An' the man that spied me first
Am G Am
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
G
He lifted up my head
Am G Am
An' he plugged me where I bled
C G Am
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
Am G
It was crawlin' and it stunk
C E
But of all the drinks I've drunk
Am G Am
I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din
Am G
He carried me away
C E
To where a dooli lay
Am G Am
An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
Am G
He carried me inside
C E
An' just before he died
Am G Am
I hope you liked your drink said Gunga Din.
G
So I'll meet him later on
Am G Am
In the place where he as gone
C G Am
Where it's always double drill and no canteen
Am G
He'll be squattin' on the coals
C E
Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
Am G Am
I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
Am G C E
It was Din, Din, Din
C G Am
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din
C G
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
C E
By the livin' God that made you
C G Am G Am C E Am G Am
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
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)
Am G
You may talk of gin and beer
C E
When you're stationed way out here
Am G Am
An' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot it
Am G
But when it comes to slaughter
C E
You will do your work for water
Am G Am
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Am G
Now in Inja's sunny clime
C E
Where I used to spend my time
Am G Am
Servin' her Majesty the Queen
Am G
Of all the black faced crew
C E
The finest man I knew
Am G Am
Was regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
Am G
The uniform he wore
C E
Was nothin' much before
Am G Am
An' rather less than half of that behind
Am G
But a piece of twisty rag
C E
An' a goatskin water bag
Am G Am
Was all the field equipment he could find
G
When a sweatin' troop train lay
Am G Am
In a sidin' through the day
C G Am
Where the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawl
Am G
We shouted, "Harry by”
C E
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Am G Am
Then wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us all.
Am G
He would dot an' carry one
C E
Till the longest day was done
Am G Am
An' never seemed to know the use of fear
Am G
If we charged a broke or cut
C E
You could bet your bloomin' nut
Am G Am
He'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
G
With his mussick on his back
Am G Am
He would skip to our attack
C G Am
An' watch us till the bugles made “Retire"
Am G
An' for all his dirty hide
C E
He was white, clear white inside
Am G Am
When he went to tend the wounded under fire.
(Spoken)
Am G C E
It was Din, Din, Din
C G Am
With the bullets kickin' dust spots on the green
C G
And when the cartridges ran out
C E
You could hear the front files shout
C G Am
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!
Am G
I shan't forget the night
C E
When I fell behind the fight
Am G Am
With a bullet where my belt plate should a' been
Am G
I was chokin' mad with thirst
C E
An' the man that spied me first
Am G Am
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
G
He lifted up my head
Am G Am
An' he plugged me where I bled
C G Am
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
Am G
It was crawlin' and it stunk
C E
But of all the drinks I've drunk
Am G Am
I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din
Am G
He carried me away
C E
To where a dooli lay
Am G Am
An' a bullet came and drilled the beggar clean
Am G
He carried me inside
C E
An' just before he died
Am G Am
I hope you liked your drink said Gunga Din.
G
So I'll meet him later on
Am G Am
In the place where he as gone
C G Am
Where it's always double drill and no canteen
Am G
He'll be squattin' on the coals
C E
Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
Am G Am
I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
Am G C E
It was Din, Din, Din
C G Am
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din
C G
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
C E
By the livin' God that made you
C G Am G Am C E Am G Am
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din
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