Indian taby ukulele według 77 Bombay Street

Disclaimer: the original version is in Em. However, I find easier playing it in Am :)
*In the played part after the verse "I wish I was there" I found many different websites that wrote G9 instead of G. Personally, I don't like it and in case I think it's nicer playing G6. In case, now you know ;P


Intro: Am Em Am Em
 
          Am                     Em
There are ten wild horses feeding on the grass alone
Am                       Em
Watched by an Indian he tries to catch them all
          G                            D
With his eagle on his shoulder talking to the setting sun
    C                   B
He waits for the moment for the night to come
Am                               Em
Hidden in the rocks watching the horses how they run
      Am                       Em
They play in the river called Bougos Golden Tongue
G                         D
Sending out his eagle to show him where to go
    C                               B
It takes him to a foreign land he's never been before
 
   Em                      C
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       G                            D
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Em                       C
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   G              D
No CO2 in the air
   Am               G G D
I wished I was there
   Am               G G D
I wished I was there
 
   Am                             Em
He awakes in the morning with the rising sun
    Am                         Em
His eagle and the horses, they went away they're gone
   G                                   D
He tries to find his way back home to where he once belonged
         C                                    B
But the world has changed into a place where something has gone wrong
 
   Em                      C
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       G                            D
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Em                       C
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   G              D
No CO2 in the air
   Am               C G D
I wished I was there
 
   Am               C G D
 
      Em                 C
This Indian he's called Tadero
          G                          D
He's the youngest son of big chief Farero
       Em                              C
And I believe he's still alive in his beautiful paradise
 G                              D
Away from mother earth, somewhere in the universe
 
   Em                      C
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       G                            D
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Em                       C
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   G              D
No CO2 in the air
                 Em  C
I wished I was there
                 G   D
I wished I was there
                 Em        C   G   D
I wished I was there, there
 
   Em                      C
I wished I were an Indian going with the wind
       G                            D
I can fly with the butterflies, no high-tech, no rainy eyes
    Em                       C
I'd love to be an Indian in mother nature's paradise
   G              D
No CO2 in the air
                 Am
I wished I was there