Young Americans (1999 Remaster) Chords

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_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] The President is behind the bridge, [F] he lays her down, he frowns.
Gee, my life's a funny thing, am I still too [G] young?
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He kissed the band on there, she [Dm] took his ring, took [F] his babies.
It took him minutes, took her nowhere, Heaven knows [G] he's a-takin' her [F] thing.
_ _ _ [G] She wants a young [C] American.
_ _ _ [F] She wants a young _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] American.
Standing right through the picture [F] windows, finds a slinky back of one.
He calls her sassy, passes her poet in the [Dm] stand.
Hit him, my [G] bitch, take him to vain.
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Put the beak and the stripe on the plane.
[Dm] [F] She's a step and cuts his hand.
Showing nothing, it's looks like a song she cries.
[G] Where have all those heroes gone?
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She _ [G] _ wants a young [C] American.
_ _ _ [Dm] She wants a young _ [F] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [C] American.
All the way from Washington.
[F] Her bread, when it bakes off the bottom will flow.
We live for just these twenty years, till we have to [G] die for the fifty more.
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All _ _ [G] right.
She wants a young [C] American.
Young American.
So [Dm] does he, [F] man.
He wants a young American.
All right.
[Dm] All right.
She [G] wants a young [Am] American.
_ [G] Do [F] _ _ _ [G] _ [Am] _
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[G] you remember?
[C] Your [G] President Nixon.
_ [Am] _
[Em] Do you remember?
[F] The bills you have to pay?
Or [E] even yesterday?
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_ _ _ [G] _ Have _ [Em] _
_ _ _ [D] _ you been an American?
[Em] Just you and your idle civil [G] sense or not?
Leather, leather, [Em] everywhere.
Not [A] a miss left from the [D] ghetto.
Well, well, well, what you can't even [Em] say.
Everything's just a piece of your [G] flesh.
Sit on your hands on the buses, the [Em] drivers.
Flushing it [A] all, the Afro [D]-Sealers.
Ain't that ghost of love?
[G] Well, ain't that ghost of love?
Well, it ain't that private door.
Hearts just feel [A] broken, just like [G] you and I.
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All right.
She wants a young [D] American.
Young American.
[Em] Young American.
[G] She wants a young American. All right.
Oh, _ _ [Em] you [A] want the young [D] American.
You ain't a pimp.
You ain't a [Em] hoss.
A pimp's got a can.
A lady got a [G] guy.
A bitch's got a stack.
White's got a soul friend.
[A] Mama got grandpa.
Look at your hands, [D] baby.
I heard the news today, [Em] oh boy.
I got a sweet hand.
You got to [G] fear.
People romance who can say no more.
And [A] here's a woman I can suck on the door.
[D] And there's a child I can hook with [G] that judge hanger.
And there's a band I'ma write before they die.
Ain't you proud that you're so God-famous?
[A] Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down [G] and cry? _
_ _ All right. _
[A] I want the young [D] American.
Young American.
[G] Young American.
I want the young American.
All _ [A] right.
I want the young American.
[D] Young American.
Young American.
[Em] I want the young.
You [G] want what I want.
I want you.
[Em] I [A] want you.
[D] I want your love.
[G] I want your love.
_ I want your love.
I want your [Em] love.
I [Am] want your love.
I want your love.
I want your [D] love.
I want your love.
I want your love.
You
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