Young Americans

Intro 4x: C  Dm  F  G

C
They pulled in just behind the 
fridge
       Dm
He lays her down-he frowns
F
"Gee my life's a funny thing
     G
Am I still too young"
C
He kissed her then and there
                    Dm
She took his ring, took his babies
    F
It took him minutes, took her 
nowhere
G
Heaven knows she'dve taken anything

F    G
All night-she want s the young 
American
C   Dm
Young American, young American

she wants the young American
      F  G
It's all right-but she wants the 
young American

Scanning life thru the picture 
window

She finds the slinky vagabond

He coughs as he passes her Ford 
Mustang

Heaven forbid she'll take anything

But the freak and his type-all for 
nothing

Misses a step and cuts his hand

Showing nothing he swoops like a 
song

She cries "where have all papa's 
heroes gone?"

All night-she want s the young 
American

Young American, young American

she wants the young American

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It's all right-but she wants the 
young American

All the way from Washington

He breadwinner begs of the bathroom 
floor

"Live for just these twenty years

Do we have to die for the fifty 
more?"

All night-he want s the young 
American

Young American, young American

he wants the young American

It's all right-but he wants the 
young American...

( Am  G  F  G )

Am               G      C
Do you remember your President 
Nixon?
Am              G            F
So you remember the bills you have 
to pay
            E
or even yesterday?

( D  G  G  D  A )

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-sheeners

Ain't that close to love?

Well ain't that poster love?

Well it ain't that brbie doll

Her hearts have been broken just 
like you

G  A
All night-you want  the young 
American
D                                 
Young American, young American
    Em


you want the young American
    G   A
It's all right-you want the young 
American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a 
hustler

Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a 
Chrysler

Black's got respect-white's got his 
soul train

Mama's got cramps and look at your 
hands hey

"I heard the news today, oh boy"

I got-suite and you got defeat

Ain't there a man-who could say no 
more

Ain't there a woman-I can sock on 
the jaw

Ain't there a child-I can hold 
without judging

Ain't there a pen-that will write 
before they die

Ain't you proud-that you've still 
got faces

and ain't there one *** song  that 
can make me

break down and cry...

All night-I want the young American

Young American, young American

I want the young American

It's all right-I want the young 
American