E-Chords
Yelawolf

American You(Chords)

Yelawolf

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I like to play this song like this: 
                             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

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