I decided to do a little digging and found I had the companion book to The Faces I’ve Been, from 1975. Totally forgot it was right there on the shelf, staring me in the face. Had it all along. Another Senior Moment.

Anyway, the chords for Gunga Din are there. Actually, the intro is fingerpicked on the banjo and I can’t really reproduce it properly, but the chords are as follows. They repeat throughout the whole song, even during the spoken parts. The Ab chord is played on the fourth fret.

Gunga Din (by Rudyard Kipling, adapted by Jim Croce)

[Spoken over banjo intro:]
You may talk of gin and beer
When you're stationed 'way out here
An' you're sent to penny fights
An' Aldershot it
But when it comes to slaughter
You'll do your work for water
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots
Of 'im that's got it

Now in [Cm]Inja's sunny [Bb]clime
Where I [Ab]used to spend my [Gm]time
[Ab]Servin' Her [Bb]Majesty the [Cm]Queen
Of [Eb]all the black faced [Bb]crew
The [Ab]finest man I [Gm]knew
Was [Ab]regimental bhisti, Gunga [Cm]Din

The uniform he wore
Was nothin' much before
An' rather less than half of that behind
But a piece of twisty rag
An' a goatskin water bag
Was all the field equipment he could find

When a sweatin' troop train lay
In a sidin' through the day
Where the heat would make
Your bloomin' eyebrows crawl
We shouted, "Harry by"
Till our throats were bricky-dry
Then whopped him 'cause he
Couldn't serve us all

He would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done
An' never seemed to knew the use of fear
If we charged a broke or cut
You could bet your bloomin' nut
He'd be waitin' fifty paces
Right flank rear

With his mussick on his back
He would skip to our attack
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire"
An' for all his dirty hide
He was white, clear white inside
When he went to tend the wounded under fire

[Spoken:]
It was Din, Din, Din
With the bullets kickin' dust
Spots on the green
And when the cartridges ran out
You could hear the front files shout
Send ammunition mules, and Gunga Din!

I shan't forget the night
When I fell behind the fight
With a bullet where my belt plate
Should a' been
I was chokin' mad with thirst
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good ol' grinnin'
Gruntin' Gunga Din

He lifted up my head
An' he plugged me where I bled
An' he gave me half a pint of water green
It was crawlin' and it stunk
But of all the drinks I've drunk
I'm most grateful to the one from Gunga Din

He carried me away to where I duly lay
An' a bullet came and
Drilled the beggar clean
He carried me inside
An' just before he died
"I hope you liked your drink"
Said Gunga Din

So, I'll meet him later on
In the place where he as gone
Where it's always double drill
And no canteen
He'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drinks to poor damned souls
I'll catch a swig in hell from Gunga Din

[Spoken:]
It was Din, Din, Din
You Lazarushian leather Gunga Din
Tho' I've belted you an' flayed you
By the livin' God that made you
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din