(verse 1)
D
if you fly in from burmingham you'll get the last gate
D
if you fly in from boston though you'll just half to wait
G D
and i'm learnin', a little more everyday
A
about the power of the dollar
and people with white collars
D
and your good old american way
(verse 2)
D
i notice i don't get much help when they see my blue jeans
D
but some slick with a suit walks up oh can i help you please
G D
and i'm learnin', as i gain a little age
A
about the power of the dollar
and people with white collars
D
and your good old american way
(verse 3)
D
some high soceity lady says is your horse outside
D
no mam hes between my legs and your too fat to ride
G D
and your learnin', a little more about my ways
A
what i think about your dollars
and your white collar
D
and your good ol american way
(verse 4)
D
if you dont like my dirty boots i'm sorry about that
D
don't make fun of my hat too or you my get knocked flat
G D
and learn somemore, if you ever pass down our way
A
where there ain't no dollars
and no white collars
D
hell we are the american way