Young Americans Chords by David Bowie

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_ I'm still [G] too young.
[C] He kissed a bear.
She took [Dm] his ring.
[F] Took his babies.
Took her nowhere.
[G] Never knows he's a taken in a thing.
[F] She _ _ [G] wants a young [C] American.
Young American.
Young [F] American.
She wants a young American. _ _ _
_ _ [G] She wants a young [C] American.
Standing right in the picture window.
[F] She finds his slinky back upon.
He calls her sassy cross as a Ford Mustang.
Hitting [G] for bitch.
Taking the thing.
[C] Put the beak and his stride open the thing.
[F] This is a step and cuts his hand.
Showing nothing.
It's like a song she [Dm] cries.
[G] Where have all those heroes gone?
[F] _ _
_ _ [G] She wants a young [C] American.
Young American.
Young [F] American.
She wants a young American. _ _
_ _ [G] Well, she wants a young [C] American.
All the way from Washington.
[F] Her bread, when it bakes off the bottom floor.
We live with us these 20 years.
Have [G] to die for the 50 more.
[F] All _ _ [G] right.
He wants a young [C] American.
Young American.
[Dm] Young [F] _ American.
She wants a young American. All _ right.
[Dm] Well, she [G] wants a young [Am] American. _
[G] Do [F] _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _
_ [G] _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] you [G] remember?
_ [C] Your [G] President Nixon.
_ [Am] _
[Em] Do you remember?
[F] The bills you have to pay.
Or [E] even yesterday.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ Have [Em] _ _
_ _ [D] _ you been on [Em] America?
Just you and your idle simple [G] sense of luck.
Leather, leather [Em] everywhere.
[A] Mother lives left from [D] the ghetto.
Well, well, well, what do you care about [Em] me, sir?
Everything's just [G] a case of depression.
Sit on your hands on the buses for [Em] babies.
Blushing at [A] all the Afro [D]-Sheilas.
Ain't that ghostly love?
[Em] Well, ain't that [G] ghostly love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll.
Hearts feel [A] broken just like [G] you and me.
_ [A] _
All right.
She wants a young [D] American.
Young American.
[G] Young American.
She wants a young American. All right.
_ _ _ [Em] You [A] want a young [D] American.
You ain't no pimp.
You ain't no ho, [Em] sir.
A man's got a can.
A lady got a [G] guy, sir.
Black's got respect.
White's got a soul, sir.
[A] Mama called Gramps.
Look at your hands, [D] hey.
I'm used to saying [Em] all right.
I got a sweet hand.
You got the [G] fear.
You're the real man who can say no more.
[A] You're the real woman I can suck on the jaw.
[D] You're the rich guy that can hook with that judge.
[Em] You're the real [G] man that will write before they die.
You're the real man that you're proud of.
That's just the way it [A] is.
And you're the one damn song that can make me break down and [G] cry. _
_ _ Oh.
_ _ [Em] [A] I want the young American.
[D] Young American.
Young [G] American.
I want the young American.
Oh.
_ _ [Am] I want the young American.
[D] Young American.
Young American.
[Em] I want the _ [G] young American.
You want the young American.
I want you.
[A] I want you.
[D] I want you.
[G] I want you.
I want you.
I want [Am] you.
I want you.
I want you.
I'll wait for you.
You're gonna [D] make me, you're gonna make me
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