Chords for American Land
Tempo:
67.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
D
A
C
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#]
[G]
[A] [G] [A]
[G]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] in the American land.
and satin [G] underneath
[D] straight into your hands
[G]
[A] [G] [A]
[G]
[D] [G] [D] [G]
[D] in the American land.
and satin [G] underneath
[D] straight into your hands
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G
D
A
C
F#
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D
A
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[D] in the American land.
_ _ _ Over there all the [D] women wear a silk and satin [G] underneath
and chillin' near the sweet Sahara growin' out in the trees.
Gold comes rushin' out the river [D] straight into your hands
when you make your home in the American [G] land.
_ [C] _
_ [G] Those diamonds in the sidewalk been put a [G] grindin' song.
Seein' the hair that they're blowin' through the faucets all night long.
This treasure's for the takin' [D] for any hard-workin' man
who make his home in the American [G] land. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ I docked at [D] Ilis Island in the city of light and [G] fire.
I wandered to the valley of rim out steel and fire.
We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands.
We made our home in the American land. _ _
Those diamonds in the sidewalk been put a grindin' song.
Seein' the hair that they're blowin' through the faucets [D] all night long.
[G] This treasure's for the takin' for any hard-workin' man
who make his home in the American land.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The big Nicholases, the Pasowskis, the Smiths, the Ridley's too.
The icy Irish battalions, [D] the Germans and the Jews.
They come across the water a thousand miles from home
with nothin' in their bellies but the fire [G] down below.
They died [D] buildin' the railroads they worked to pull to skin.
They died in the fields and factories they scattered in the wind.
They died in the guinea a hundred years ago, they're still dyin' now.
The hands that built the country we're always tryin' to keep out.
Diamonds in the sidewalk been put a grindin' song.
Seein' the hair that they're blowin' through the faucets all night long.
This treasure's for the takin' for any hard-workin' man
who make his home in the American land.
Who make his home in the American land.
Who make his home in the American land.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _
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_ [A] _ [G] _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
[D] in the American land.
_ _ _ Over there all the [D] women wear a silk and satin [G] underneath
and chillin' near the sweet Sahara growin' out in the trees.
Gold comes rushin' out the river [D] straight into your hands
when you make your home in the American [G] land.
_ [C] _
_ [G] Those diamonds in the sidewalk been put a [G] grindin' song.
Seein' the hair that they're blowin' through the faucets all night long.
This treasure's for the takin' [D] for any hard-workin' man
who make his home in the American [G] land. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ I docked at [D] Ilis Island in the city of light and [G] fire.
I wandered to the valley of rim out steel and fire.
We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands.
We made our home in the American land. _ _
Those diamonds in the sidewalk been put a grindin' song.
Seein' the hair that they're blowin' through the faucets [D] all night long.
[G] This treasure's for the takin' for any hard-workin' man
who make his home in the American land.
_ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The big Nicholases, the Pasowskis, the Smiths, the Ridley's too.
The icy Irish battalions, [D] the Germans and the Jews.
They come across the water a thousand miles from home
with nothin' in their bellies but the fire [G] down below.
They died [D] buildin' the railroads they worked to pull to skin.
They died in the fields and factories they scattered in the wind.
They died in the guinea a hundred years ago, they're still dyin' now.
The hands that built the country we're always tryin' to keep out.
Diamonds in the sidewalk been put a grindin' song.
Seein' the hair that they're blowin' through the faucets all night long.
This treasure's for the takin' for any hard-workin' man
who make his home in the American land.
Who make his home in the American land.
Who make his home in the American land.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _