Young Americans/ David BowieYoung Americans[ 1974] |
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INTRO: C Dm F G 4x VERSE: C They pulled in just behind the fridge Dm He lays her down, he frowns F "Gee my life's a funny thing G Am I still too young" C He kissed her then and there Dm She took his ring, took his babies F It took him minutes, took her nowhere G Heaven knows she'd of taken anything CHORUS: F G All night, she want's the young American C Dm Young American, young American, She wants the young American F G All right, but she wants the young American C Scanning life thru the picture window Dm She finds the slinky vagabond F He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang G Heaven forbid she'll take anything C But the freak and his type all for nothing Dm Misses a step and cuts his hand F Showing nothing he swoops like a song G She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?" CHORUS: F G All night, she want's the young American C Dm Young American, young American, She wants the young American F G All right, well, she wants the young American VERSE: C All the way from Washington Dm Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor F "Live for just these twenty years G Do we have to die for the fifty more?" CHORUS: F G All night, he want's the young American C Dm Young American, young American, he wants the young American F G All right, but he wants the young American BREAK: Am F Am F BRIDGE: Am G C G Do you remember your President Nixon? Am G F So you remember the bills you have to pay E or even yesterday? BREAK: D G GIII D A VERSE: D Have you been the un-American Em Just you and your idle singing falsetto 'bout G leather, leather everywhere and A not a myth left from the Ghetto D Well, well, well would you carry a razor? Em In case, just in case of depression G Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors A Blushing at all the afro-sheeners D Ain't that close to love? Em Well ain't that poster love? G Well it ain't that barbie doll A Her hearts have been broken just like you CHORUS: G A All night, you want the young American D Em Young American, young American you want the young American G A All right, you want the young American VERSE: D You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler Em Pimps got a Caddy, Lady got a Chrysler G Black's got respect, white's got his soul train A Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey D Em ("I heard the news today, oh boy") I got-suite and you got defeat G Ain't there a man who could say no more A Ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw D Ain't there a child I can hold without judging Em Ain't there a pen that will write before they die G Ain't you proud that you've still got faces A and ain't there one damn song that can make me Break down and cry... CHORUS: REPEAT TO FADE G A All night, I want the young American D Em Young American, young American, I want the young American G A All right, I want the young American |