Artist: 77 Bombay Street
Intro: [Em] [Bm] [Em] [Bm]
There are [Em]10 wild horses feeding [Bm]on the grass alone
[Em]Watched by an Indian he t[Bm]ries to catch them all
With his e[D]agle on his shoulder talking [A]to the setting sun
He w[G]aits for the moment [F#]for the night to come
[Em]Hidden in the rocks watching the [Bm]horses how they run
They p[Em]lay in the river called B[Bm]ougos Golden Tongue
[D]Sending out his eagle to s[A]how him where to go
It t[G]akes him to a foreign land he's [F#]never been before
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I w[Em]ished I was there[D9] [D9] [A]
I w[Em]ished I was there[D9] [D9] [A]
He [Em]awakes in the morning with the [Bm]rising sun
His [Em]eagle and the horses, they [Bm]went away they're gone
He [D]tries to find his way back home to w[A]here he once belonged
But the w[G]orld has changed into a place where s[F#]omething has gone wrong
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I w[Em]ished I was there[G] [D9] [A]
[Em] [G] [D9] [A]
This I[Bm]ndian he's called T[G]adero
He's the y[D]oungest son of big chief Fa[A]rero
And I b[Bm]elieve he's still alive in his b[G]eautiful paradise
A[D]way from mother earth, somewher[A]e in the universe
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I wished I was th[Bm]ere [G]
I wished I was th[D]ere [A]
I wished I was th[Bm]ere, there[G] [D] [A]
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I wished I was th[Em]ere
There are [Em]10 wild horses feeding [Bm]on the grass alone
[Em]Watched by an Indian he t[Bm]ries to catch them all
With his e[D]agle on his shoulder talking [A]to the setting sun
He w[G]aits for the moment [F#]for the night to come
[Em]Hidden in the rocks watching the [Bm]horses how they run
They p[Em]lay in the river called B[Bm]ougos Golden Tongue
[D]Sending out his eagle to s[A]how him where to go
It t[G]akes him to a foreign land he's [F#]never been before
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I w[Em]ished I was there[D9] [D9] [A]
I w[Em]ished I was there[D9] [D9] [A]
He [Em]awakes in the morning with the [Bm]rising sun
His [Em]eagle and the horses, they [Bm]went away they're gone
He [D]tries to find his way back home to w[A]here he once belonged
But the w[G]orld has changed into a place where s[F#]omething has gone wrong
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I w[Em]ished I was there[G] [D9] [A]
[Em] [G] [D9] [A]
This I[Bm]ndian he's called T[G]adero
He's the y[D]oungest son of big chief Fa[A]rero
And I b[Bm]elieve he's still alive in his b[G]eautiful paradise
A[D]way from mother earth, somewher[A]e in the universe
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I wished I was th[Bm]ere [G]
I wished I was th[D]ere [A]
I wished I was th[Bm]ere, there[G] [D] [A]
I w[Bm]ished I were an Indian g[G]oing with the wind
I can f[D]ly with the butterflies, no h[A]igh-tech, no rainy eyes
I'd [Bm]love to be an Indian in m[G]other nature's paradise
No [D]CO2 in the air [A]
I wished I was th[Em]ere
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