Chords for Drayton Farley | "American Dream" | Western AF
Tempo:
137.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
D
A
Bm
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [D] [A]
[B]
[D] [F#] [A]
I'ma just keep watching, [B] think my heart's stopping, [D] nicotine fiend [A] of a man.
I was born this way, [B] I'm a government slave, [D] was raised [B] on stolen [A] land.
[B] And it's the heart [Bm] of the kind of [A] life, [B] begging the ashtray for nickels and [A] dimes, writing
[B] these songs [D] trying to wrap my mind [Bm] around [B] a bullshit [D] American [A] dream.
[D] [A]
[B]
[D] [F#] [A]
Still a six gun honing, [B] bet the truth hurts don't [D] it, won't you catch me if you [A] can.
And I hope all is [B] well, it'll be a cold day in hell [D] if you cried [B] from my dying hands.
[D] Cause it's the [A] heart of [Bm] the kind of life, where [B] paying your dues [D] don't get you by, [A] working
[B] all week to make some [D] overtime to [Bm] pay for [B] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream.
[E] [D]
[A]
[B] [D] [B]
[A]
I've heard once to be dreaming, [B] but you gotta be asleep and [D] I've grown [B] tired of counting [A] these sheep.
I had a dream I was drugged and when I [B] finally woke up, [D] wind blew up my [A] TV.
Cause [D] it's the [B] heart [Bm] of the kind of life, when you're not [B] allowed to get yourself [D] a
natural high, [A]
here's a pill to [B] help you sleep, just [D] give it some time.
[Bm] Now you're addicted to [F#] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream.
[B] [D]
[A]
[B] [D] [F#]
[A]
And [D] it's the heart [Bm] of the kind of life, begging [B] the ashtray [D] for nickels and dimes, [A] and writing
these [B] songs trying [D] to wrap my mind around a bullshit American [A] dream.
[F#m] I mean I wasn't, I didn't do it to try and really connect with anybody, like again it
was kind of like [D#] a venting thing for me, you know, [B] and most of my songs are, but I mean,
I think if anyone could connect [G#] to the song it would be those people like the [E] poor, [A] the
middle [D] class, and the middle class is you know [Fm] practically non-existent anymore, so
[A#] I [A] think we do live in a place where [D] it's rich or poor.
And I think that [Fm] being true is kind of what started deteriorating the
[B]
[D] [F#] [A]
I'ma just keep watching, [B] think my heart's stopping, [D] nicotine fiend [A] of a man.
I was born this way, [B] I'm a government slave, [D] was raised [B] on stolen [A] land.
[B] And it's the heart [Bm] of the kind of [A] life, [B] begging the ashtray for nickels and [A] dimes, writing
[B] these songs [D] trying to wrap my mind [Bm] around [B] a bullshit [D] American [A] dream.
[D] [A]
[B]
[D] [F#] [A]
Still a six gun honing, [B] bet the truth hurts don't [D] it, won't you catch me if you [A] can.
And I hope all is [B] well, it'll be a cold day in hell [D] if you cried [B] from my dying hands.
[D] Cause it's the [A] heart of [Bm] the kind of life, where [B] paying your dues [D] don't get you by, [A] working
[B] all week to make some [D] overtime to [Bm] pay for [B] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream.
[E] [D]
[A]
[B] [D] [B]
[A]
I've heard once to be dreaming, [B] but you gotta be asleep and [D] I've grown [B] tired of counting [A] these sheep.
I had a dream I was drugged and when I [B] finally woke up, [D] wind blew up my [A] TV.
Cause [D] it's the [B] heart [Bm] of the kind of life, when you're not [B] allowed to get yourself [D] a
natural high, [A]
here's a pill to [B] help you sleep, just [D] give it some time.
[Bm] Now you're addicted to [F#] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream.
[B] [D]
[A]
[B] [D] [F#]
[A]
And [D] it's the heart [Bm] of the kind of life, begging [B] the ashtray [D] for nickels and dimes, [A] and writing
these [B] songs trying [D] to wrap my mind around a bullshit American [A] dream.
[F#m] I mean I wasn't, I didn't do it to try and really connect with anybody, like again it
was kind of like [D#] a venting thing for me, you know, [B] and most of my songs are, but I mean,
I think if anyone could connect [G#] to the song it would be those people like the [E] poor, [A] the
middle [D] class, and the middle class is you know [Fm] practically non-existent anymore, so
[A#] I [A] think we do live in a place where [D] it's rich or poor.
And I think that [Fm] being true is kind of what started deteriorating the
Key:
B
D
A
Bm
F#
B
D
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'ma just keep watching, [B] think my heart's stopping, [D] _ nicotine fiend [A] of a man.
_ I was born this way, [B] I'm a government slave, [D] was raised [B] on stolen [A] land. _ _ _ _ _
[B] And it's the heart [Bm] of the kind of [A] life, [B] begging the ashtray for nickels and [A] dimes, writing
[B] these songs [D] trying to wrap my mind [Bm] around _ _ [B] a bullshit [D] American [A] dream. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Still a six gun honing, [B] bet the truth hurts don't [D] it, won't you catch me if you [A] can.
_ And I hope all is [B] well, it'll be a cold day in hell [D] if you cried [B] from my dying _ hands. _ _
_ _ [D] Cause it's the [A] heart of [Bm] the kind of life, where [B] paying your dues [D] don't get you by, [A] working
[B] all week to make some [D] overtime to [Bm] pay _ for [B] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream. _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
I've heard once to be dreaming, [B] but you gotta be asleep and [D] I've grown [B] tired of counting [A] these sheep.
I had a dream I was drugged and when I [B] finally woke up, [D] wind blew up my [A] TV.
_ _ _ _ _ Cause [D] it's the [B] heart [Bm] of the kind of life, when you're not [B] allowed to get yourself [D] a
natural high, [A]
here's a pill to [B] help you sleep, just [D] give it some time.
_ [Bm] Now you're addicted to [F#] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream. _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [D] it's the _ heart [Bm] of the kind of life, _ _ _ _ begging [B] the ashtray [D] for nickels and dimes, _ _ [A] and writing
these [B] songs trying [D] to wrap my mind _ _ around a bullshit American [A] dream. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] I mean I wasn't, I didn't do it to try and really connect with anybody, like again it
was kind of like [D#] a venting thing for me, you know, [B] and most of my songs are, but I mean,
_ I think if anyone could connect [G#] to the song it would be those people like the [E] _ poor, [A] the
middle [D] class, _ and the middle class is you know [Fm] practically non-existent anymore, so
[A#] I _ [A] think we do live in a place where [D] it's rich or poor. _
_ And I think that [Fm] being true is kind of what _ started deteriorating the
[B] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ I'ma just keep watching, [B] think my heart's stopping, [D] _ nicotine fiend [A] of a man.
_ I was born this way, [B] I'm a government slave, [D] was raised [B] on stolen [A] land. _ _ _ _ _
[B] And it's the heart [Bm] of the kind of [A] life, [B] begging the ashtray for nickels and [A] dimes, writing
[B] these songs [D] trying to wrap my mind [Bm] around _ _ [B] a bullshit [D] American [A] dream. _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [D] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Still a six gun honing, [B] bet the truth hurts don't [D] it, won't you catch me if you [A] can.
_ And I hope all is [B] well, it'll be a cold day in hell [D] if you cried [B] from my dying _ hands. _ _
_ _ [D] Cause it's the [A] heart of [Bm] the kind of life, where [B] paying your dues [D] don't get you by, [A] working
[B] all week to make some [D] overtime to [Bm] pay _ for [B] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream. _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [B] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
I've heard once to be dreaming, [B] but you gotta be asleep and [D] I've grown [B] tired of counting [A] these sheep.
I had a dream I was drugged and when I [B] finally woke up, [D] wind blew up my [A] TV.
_ _ _ _ _ Cause [D] it's the [B] heart [Bm] of the kind of life, when you're not [B] allowed to get yourself [D] a
natural high, [A]
here's a pill to [B] help you sleep, just [D] give it some time.
_ [Bm] Now you're addicted to [F#] this bullshit [D] American [A] dream. _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [F#] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
And [D] it's the _ heart [Bm] of the kind of life, _ _ _ _ begging [B] the ashtray [D] for nickels and dimes, _ _ [A] and writing
these [B] songs trying [D] to wrap my mind _ _ around a bullshit American [A] dream. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#m] I mean I wasn't, I didn't do it to try and really connect with anybody, like again it
was kind of like [D#] a venting thing for me, you know, [B] and most of my songs are, but I mean,
_ I think if anyone could connect [G#] to the song it would be those people like the [E] _ poor, [A] the
middle [D] class, _ and the middle class is you know [Fm] practically non-existent anymore, so
[A#] I _ [A] think we do live in a place where [D] it's rich or poor. _
_ And I think that [Fm] being true is kind of what _ started deteriorating the