Chords for Ezra Furman "American Soil" | OFF THE AVENUE E76
Tempo:
113.6 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
G#
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
[F#]
There's something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil.
See the white chicken grin and see the [F#] serpents in the horrible coil.
Don't be [B]
scared by the stares of the peasants on the subway cars.
Because the way things seem in your [B] dreams, that's just the way that they [F#] are.
And I [C#] can see a God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for American [F#] soil.
[B] Oh, [F#]
[B] [F#] every race has its place, [B] every nation fights for species [F#] survival.
I'm a Jew who's grooving through and [B] I'm about to write [F#] you a Bible.
[B] Well, let me take a hand and show you through the twisted hallways of the house of God.
[F#] We've got the magazine wallpaper and [E] the million [B] dollar bills on the [F#] line.
Oh, [C#] and you can feel God taking his [B] eyes off us.
We [G#] were born for [F#] American soil.
[B]
[F#] [B]
[F#] You don't have to be clever to [F#] detect a big American sadness.
When the population rules, [B] every man has a hand in the [F#] madness.
Well, [B] there's a dead grove of trees you can visit on the hill outside of town.
And [F#] there's a digital toss [E] inside the cemetery, [B] settling [F#] down.
And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for America.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B] Now [D#m] we've seen every baby [B] has to have some kind of mother [F#] and father.
When the child's gone wild [B] and the pieces got away from [F#] the author.
Well, [B] if freedom isn't free, all the built for us has been lost in the mail.
[F#]
Well, the highway's on fire and the serpent is now eating [F#] his tail.
And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off us.
[G#] We were born for [B] [F#] American soil.
[B] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
[F#]
There's something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil.
See the white chicken grin and see the [F#] serpents in the horrible coil.
Don't be [B]
scared by the stares of the peasants on the subway cars.
Because the way things seem in your [B] dreams, that's just the way that they [F#] are.
And I [C#] can see a God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for American [F#] soil.
[B] Oh, [F#]
[B] [F#] every race has its place, [B] every nation fights for species [F#] survival.
I'm a Jew who's grooving through and [B] I'm about to write [F#] you a Bible.
[B] Well, let me take a hand and show you through the twisted hallways of the house of God.
[F#] We've got the magazine wallpaper and [E] the million [B] dollar bills on the [F#] line.
Oh, [C#] and you can feel God taking his [B] eyes off us.
We [G#] were born for [F#] American soil.
[B]
[F#] [B]
[F#] You don't have to be clever to [F#] detect a big American sadness.
When the population rules, [B] every man has a hand in the [F#] madness.
Well, [B] there's a dead grove of trees you can visit on the hill outside of town.
And [F#] there's a digital toss [E] inside the cemetery, [B] settling [F#] down.
And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for America.
[F#] [B]
[F#] [B] Now [D#m] we've seen every baby [B] has to have some kind of mother [F#] and father.
When the child's gone wild [B] and the pieces got away from [F#] the author.
Well, [B] if freedom isn't free, all the built for us has been lost in the mail.
[F#]
Well, the highway's on fire and the serpent is now eating [F#] his tail.
And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off us.
[G#] We were born for [B] [F#] American soil.
[B] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[B] [F#]
[B]
Key:
F#
B
C#
G#
E
F#
B
C#
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_ _ _ _ _ There's something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil. _
_ _ _ _ See the white chicken grin and see the [F#] serpents in the horrible coil.
_ _ _ _ _ Don't be [B]
scared by the stares of the peasants on the subway _ cars.
_ _ _ _ Because the way things seem in your [B] dreams, that's just the way that they [F#] are.
_ _ _ _ _ And I [C#] can see a God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for American [F#] soil. _ _
[B] _ Oh, _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#] every race has its place, [B] every nation fights for species [F#] survival. _ _
_ _ _ I'm a Jew who's grooving through and [B] I'm about to write [F#] you a Bible. _ _
_ _ _ [B] Well, let me take a hand and show you through the twisted hallways of the house of God. _
_ _ _ [F#] We've got the magazine wallpaper and [E] the million [B] dollar bills on the [F#] line. _
_ _ Oh, [C#] and you can feel God taking his [B] eyes off us.
We [G#] were born for [F#] American soil.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ You _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ don't have to be clever to [F#] detect a big American sadness. _ _ _
_ _ When the population rules, [B] every man has a hand in the [F#] madness. _ _
_ _ Well, [B] there's a dead grove of trees you can visit on the hill outside of town. _ _
_ _ And [F#] there's a digital toss [E] inside the cemetery, [B] settling [F#] down. _ _
_ _ And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for America. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ Now [D#m] we've seen every baby [B] has to have some kind of mother [F#] and father.
_ _ _ _ When the child's gone wild [B] and the pieces got away from [F#] the author.
_ _ _ _ Well, [B] if freedom isn't free, all the built for us has been lost in the mail.
_ _ _ _ [F#]
Well, the highway's on fire and the serpent is now eating [F#] his tail.
_ _ _ And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off us.
[G#] We were born for [B] [F#] American soil. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
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_ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ There's something in the water, something sick in the blood and the oil. _
_ _ _ _ See the white chicken grin and see the [F#] serpents in the horrible coil.
_ _ _ _ _ Don't be [B]
scared by the stares of the peasants on the subway _ cars.
_ _ _ _ Because the way things seem in your [B] dreams, that's just the way that they [F#] are.
_ _ _ _ _ And I [C#] can see a God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for American [F#] soil. _ _
[B] _ Oh, _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ [F#] every race has its place, [B] every nation fights for species [F#] survival. _ _
_ _ _ I'm a Jew who's grooving through and [B] I'm about to write [F#] you a Bible. _ _
_ _ _ [B] Well, let me take a hand and show you through the twisted hallways of the house of God. _
_ _ _ [F#] We've got the magazine wallpaper and [E] the million [B] dollar bills on the [F#] line. _
_ _ Oh, [C#] and you can feel God taking his [B] eyes off us.
We [G#] were born for [F#] American soil.
_ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ [F#] _ You _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ don't have to be clever to [F#] detect a big American sadness. _ _ _
_ _ When the population rules, [B] every man has a hand in the [F#] madness. _ _
_ _ Well, [B] there's a dead grove of trees you can visit on the hill outside of town. _ _
_ _ And [F#] there's a digital toss [E] inside the cemetery, [B] settling [F#] down. _ _
_ _ And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off you.
[G#] You were born for America. _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ Now [D#m] we've seen every baby [B] has to have some kind of mother [F#] and father.
_ _ _ _ When the child's gone wild [B] and the pieces got away from [F#] the author.
_ _ _ _ Well, [B] if freedom isn't free, all the built for us has been lost in the mail.
_ _ _ _ [F#]
Well, the highway's on fire and the serpent is now eating [F#] his tail.
_ _ _ And [C#] you can feel God taking [B] his eyes off us.
[G#] We were born for [B] [F#] American soil. _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
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