David Bowie
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Young Americans


David Bowie


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Song : G
Intro:
C Dm F G
x4

C
They pulled in just behind the bridge,
Dm
he lays her down, he frowns
F G
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
C Dm
He kissed her then and there, she took his ring,

F
took his babies It took him minutes, took her nowhere,
G
heaven knows she'd 've taken anything, but

F G
All night, she want's the young American,
C Dm
young American, young American
F G
She wants the young American, all right,
C
she wants the young American

C
Scanning life through the picture window,
Dm
she finds the slinky vagabond
F
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang,
G
but heaven forbid she'll take anything
C
But the freak and his type, all for nothing,
Dm
he misses a step and cuts his hand but
F
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song,
G
she cries, "where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

F G
All night, she want's the young American,
C Dm
young American, young American
F G
She wants the young American, it's all right,
C
she wants the young American

C
All the way from Washington,
Dm
her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
F
We live for just these twenty years,
G
do we have to die for the fifty more?"

F G
All night, he want's the young American,
C Dm
young American, young American
F G
He wants the young American, all right,
Am
he wants the young American

Interlude :
Am G F G
x2

Am Em C G
Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Am Em F
do you remember the bills you have to pay?
E
Or even yesterday?

Break :
D Em F
G Em A

D
Have been the un-American,
Em
just you and your idol sing falsetto 'bout
G
Leather, leather everywhere,
A
and 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

G A
All night, you want the young American,
D Em
young American, young American
G A
You want the young American, it's all right,
C
you want the young American

D
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler,
Em
a pimps got a Caddy and 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 ache
D
"I heard the news today, oh boy"
Em
I got suite and you got defeat
G
Ain't there a man, who could say no more?
A
and 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 NC
And ain't there one damn song that can make me,
break down and cry?

G A D
All night, I want the young American, young American,
Em
young American,I want the young American
G A D
All night, I want the young American, young American,
Em
young American,I want the young American
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