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Young americans David Bowie
##song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. ##Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 15:40:55 -0400##so now i share this bowie masterpice with all y'all....##bowie#intro: C, Dm, F, G (4x)[C]They pulled in just behind the fridgeHe lays[Dm] her down-he frowns[F]"Gee my life's a funny thingAm I [G]still too young"[C]He kissed her then and thereShe took his ring, t[Dm]ook his babiesIt t[F]ook him minutes, took her nowhere[G]Heaven knows she'dve taken anythingCHORUS:[F]All n[G]ight-she want s the young American[C]Youn[Dm]g American, young Americanshe wants the young AmericanIt's a[F]ll [G]right-but she wants the young AmericanScanning life thru the picture windowShe finds the slinky vagabondHe coughs as he passes her Ford MustangHeaven forbid she'll take anythingBut the freak and his type-all for nothingMisses a step and cuts his handShowing nothing he swoops like a songShe cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?"All night-she want s the young AmericanYoung American, young Americanshe wants the young AmericanIt's all right-but she wants the young AmericanAll the way from WashingtonHe breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor"Live for just these twenty yearsDo we have to die for the fifty more?"All night-he want s the young AmericanYoung American, young Americanhe wants the young AmericanIt's all right-but he wants the young American...interlude: Am, G, F, Gbridge:[Am]Do you remember y[G]our Pre[C]sident Nixon?[Am]So you remember [G]the bills you[F] have to payor even yest[E]erday?break: D, G(ii), G(iii), D(ii), A(ii)[D]Have you been the un-American[Em]Just you and your id 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-sheenersAin't that close to love?Well ain't that poster love?Well it ain't that brbie dollHer hearts have been broken just like you[G]All[A] night-you want the young American[D]Young American, young Americanyou want the young AmericanIt's[G] all[A] right-you want the young AmericanYou ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustlerPimps got a Caddy-lady got a ChryslerBlack's got respect-white's got his soul trainMama's got cramps and look at your hands hey"I heard the news today, oh boy"I got-suite and you got defeatAin't there a man-who could say no moreAin't there a woman-I can sock on the jawAin't there a child-I can hold without judgingAin't there a pen-that will write before they dieAin't you proud-that you've still got facesand ain't there one damn song that can make mebreak down and cry...All night-I want the young AmericanYoung American, young AmericanI want the young AmericanIt's all right-I want the young American
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