American You(Chords)

	        

I like to play this song like this: 
ocultar tablatura
                             Dsus2  
   A   C#m D   A   F#m E   D   A 
e|-0---4---5---5---2---0---2-0-0-| 
B|-2---5---7---5---2---0---3-3-2-| 
G|-2---6---7---6---2---1---2-2-2-| 
D|-2---6---7---7---4---2---0-0-2-| 
A|-0---4---5---7---4---2---x-x-0-| 
E|-x---x---x---5---2---0---x-x-x-| 


Intro: 
A C#m D A 
F#m E D A 

A               C#m                       D              A 
 Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes 
F#m               E                              D                 A 
 Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit 
A           C#m                   D                   A 
 You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face 
F#m                    E                      D                  A 
 They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway 

        A      C#m             D       A 
 Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you 
F#m            E                     D      A 
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos 
A                C#m               D           A 
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through 
      F#m E     D        A 
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too 

A                  C#m                      D                   A 
 Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road 
F#m             E                           D                A 
 Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes 
A           C#m                  D                  A 
 You got a house on a hill, big news, that's a big deal 
F#m                   E                      D               A 
 Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels 

        A      C#m             D       A 
 Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you 
F#m            E                     D      A 
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos 
A                C#m               D           A 
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through 
      F#m E     D        A 
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too 
      F#m E     D        A 
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too 

A                  C#m                 D                    A 
 I believe in the modest dream, ain't lookin' for a pot of gold 
   F#m              E                    D             A 
 A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll 
A                 C#m                     D                 A 
 I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool 
    F#m             E                             D              A 
 Invite my nobody friends to the party and we'll be in it, fuck you 

 You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle 
 20 Dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama 
 You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow 
 Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's 

A                          C#m 
 Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem 
  D                              A 
 But you fell in love 'cause to you she was like a supermodel 
F#m                        E                      D                  A 
 And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway, it ain't no problem 
           A                                  C#m 
 You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin' 
             D                               A 
 Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits, flippin' burgers in the kitchen 
           F#m                                       E 
 With the vision, you've been dreamin', you've been savin', you've been given nothin' but shit 
          D                     A 
 But you take it 'cause you're patient in this prison 
            A                        C#m 
 Fuck everybody visitin', it ain't them who gotta live in this skin 
      D                           A 
 With all these tattoos that you got, it fuckin' offends them 
          F#m                           E 
 If it's you that I'm speakin' to, you must be my extension 
             D                           A                          A 
 I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it, Slumerican 

      C#m             D       A 
 Oh sweet sounds of American you 
F#m            E                     D      A 
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos 
A                C#m               D           A 
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through 
      F#m E     D        A 
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too 
      F#m E     D        A 
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
	        

Written by Michael Atha/Malay HO/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto