I like to play this song like this:
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A C#m D A F#m E D A
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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