Lirik Lagu Gunga Din - Jim Croce
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You may talk of gin and beerWhen you're stationed way out hereAn' you're sent to penny fights an' Aldershot itBut when it comes to slaughterYou will do your work for waterAn' you'll lick the boots of 'im that's got itNow in Inja's sunny climeWhere I used to spend my timeServin' her Majesty the QueenOf all the black faced crewThe finest man I knewWas regimental bhisti, Gunga Din
The uniform he woreWas nothin' much beforeAn' rather less than half of that behindBut a piece of twisty ragAn' a goatskin water bagWas all the field equipment he could find
When a sweatin' troop train layIn a sidin' through the dayWhere the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawlWe shouted, "Harry By"Till our throats were bricky-dryThen wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us allHe would dot an' carry oneTill the longest day was doneAn' never seemed to know the use of fearIf we charged or broke or cutYou could bet your bloomin' nutHe'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rearWith his mussick on his backHe would skip to our attackAn' watch us till the bugles made"Retire"An' for all his dirty hideHe was white, clear white insideWhen he went to tend the wounded under fire
It was Din, Din, DinWith the bullets kickin' dust spots on the greenAnd when the cartridges ran outYou could hear the front files shoutSend ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!I shan't forget the nightWhen I fell behind the fightWith a bullet where my belt plate should a' beenI was chokin' mad with thirstAn' the man that spied me firstWas our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga DinHe lifted up my headAn' he plugged me where I bledAn' he gave me half a pint of water greenIt was crawlin' and it stunkBut of all the drinks I've drunkI'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din
He carried me awayTo where a dooli layAn' a bullet came and drilled the beggar cleanHe carried me insideAn' just before he diedI hope you like your drink said Gunga DinSo I'll meet him later onIn the place where he as goneWhere it's always double drill and no canteenHe'll be squattin' on the coalsGivin' drink to poor damn soulsI'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
It was Din, Din, DinYou Lazarushian-leather Gunga DinTho' I've belted you an' flayed youBy the livin' God that made youYour a better man than I am, Gunga Din
The uniform he woreWas nothin' much beforeAn' rather less than half of that behindBut a piece of twisty ragAn' a goatskin water bagWas all the field equipment he could find
When a sweatin' troop train layIn a sidin' through the dayWhere the heat would make you bloomin' eyebrows crawlWe shouted, "Harry By"Till our throats were bricky-dryThen wopped him 'cause he couldn't serve us allHe would dot an' carry oneTill the longest day was doneAn' never seemed to know the use of fearIf we charged or broke or cutYou could bet your bloomin' nutHe'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rearWith his mussick on his backHe would skip to our attackAn' watch us till the bugles made"Retire"An' for all his dirty hideHe was white, clear white insideWhen he went to tend the wounded under fire
It was Din, Din, DinWith the bullets kickin' dust spots on the greenAnd when the cartridges ran outYou could hear the front files shoutSend ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!I shan't forget the nightWhen I fell behind the fightWith a bullet where my belt plate should a' beenI was chokin' mad with thirstAn' the man that spied me firstWas our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga DinHe lifted up my headAn' he plugged me where I bledAn' he gave me half a pint of water greenIt was crawlin' and it stunkBut of all the drinks I've drunkI'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din
He carried me awayTo where a dooli layAn' a bullet came and drilled the beggar cleanHe carried me insideAn' just before he diedI hope you like your drink said Gunga DinSo I'll meet him later onIn the place where he as goneWhere it's always double drill and no canteenHe'll be squattin' on the coalsGivin' drink to poor damn soulsI'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din
It was Din, Din, DinYou Lazarushian-leather Gunga DinTho' I've belted you an' flayed youBy the livin' God that made youYour a better man than I am, Gunga Din
