American Tradition(Chords)

	        
Intro D F#m E A (2x) 

verse 1 

D                         F#m          E                A 
He wants to lift weights        like a fighter 
D                         F#m           E               A 
We put the medals               on the wall 
D                         F#m            E              A 
   In the room of               starving vultures 
D                         F#m               E           A 
   Gold trophies,               he got ?em all 


verse 2 

D                         F#m             E             A 
He wants to be just             like his father 
D                         F#m          E                A 
We play the knife game          on the table 
D                         F#m            E              A 
I bleed to death, it            doesn't matter 
D                         F#m                  E        A 
   Cuz my baby,                 he's still the winner 


    D                                F#m   E 
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good 
    D                                F#m   E 
         Things don?t go like they should 
    D                                F#m   E 
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good 
    D                                F#m   E 
         Things don?t go like they should 



verse 3 

D                         F#m            E              A 
Sleep on the carpet             through the night 
D                         F#m       E                   A 
We're living off a              TV dinner 
D                         F#m        E                  A 
Hanging me up by                his gold chain 
D                         F#m           E               A 
He used to be a                 hockey player 


verse 4 

D                         F#m           E               A 
I used to be a                  figure skater 
D                         F#m             E             A 
Cutting my leg                  with the blade 
D                         F#m         E                 A 
  In the blue and               red arena 
D                         F#m              E            A 
Trying to pretend               we're the same 

    D                                F#m   E 
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good 
    D                                F#m   E 
         Things don?t go like they should 
    D                                F#m   E 
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good 
    D                                F#m   E 
         Things don?t go like they should

	        

Written by Nicole Dollanganger