Young Americans Chords by David Bowie

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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ I'm not too [G] young.
_ [C] He kissed the band in bed.
[Dm] She took his ring, [F] took his baby.
It took him minutes, took her nowhere.
Heaven [G] knows he'd have taken anything.
[F] _ She _ [G] _
wants a young man.
[C] _ Young American, [Dm] young [F] American.
She wants a young American.
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She wants the young [C] American.
Staring right through the picture [F] windows.
Finds his slinky back upon.
Because I see crosses of poet in my [Dm] stain.
But, hit him a [G] bitch, he can't remain.
[C] Put the feet in the sidewalk for [Dm] nothing.
Misses a [F] step and cuts his hand.
Showing nothing, his lips and his tongue surprised.
Where have [G] all our obscene love gone?
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She wants a young [C] American.
Young American, [Dm]
she wants a young [F] American.
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She wants a [C] young American.
All the way from Washington.
[Dm] Her [F] bread, when it bakes up above the roof.
So we live for just these twenty years.
[Dm] So we have to [G] die for the fifty more.
[Dm] Heaven knows _ [G]
he'd have taken anything.
Young [C] American, young American.
Young [Dm]
[F] American, she wants a young American.
All _ [Dm] right, all right.
But he [G] wants the young [C] American.
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_ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _ _ [G] _ [F] _
_ [G] _ _ [Am] Do [G] you remember your President Nixon?
_ [Am] Do [Em] you remember [F] the bills you have to pay?
Or [E] even yesterday?
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Have you been home, [Em] America?
Just you and your idle civil [G] sense of love.
Leather, leather [Em] everywhere.
Not [A] a miss left from the [D] ghetto.
Well, well, well, what you carry on [G] your chest.
Your kids just in case of depression.
Sit on your hands on the buses of [Em] divers.
Blushing at [A] all the Afro [D]-Sienas.
Ain't that just the thought?
[G] Well, ain't that what's love?
Well, it ain't that far to go.
Hearts feel [A] broken just like [G] you do.
_ _ _ [A] All night, she wants the young [D] American.
Young American, [Em] young [G] American.
Young American, _
_ _ _ [Em] she [A] wants the young [D] American.
You ain't no pimp, you ain't no whore.
[Em] A man's got a cow and a lady's got a [G] grouse.
Black's got the slack, white's got the soul.
[A] Good farts and beautiful traps, and look [D] at your head shake.
I heard the news today.
[Em] _ Sweet ass, you got to be here.
Hit me with a man who can say no more.
Hit [A] me with a woman I can sock on the jaw.
[D] Hit me with a child I can hook with at church,
[Em] Hit me with a man [G] that will write me till they die.
Hit you proud, that's just what God faces.
[A] Ain't that one damn song that can make me [N] break down and cry?
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