Americas Son

D    D     Em  F#   G    G       A   Bm  A   G    G       A

D                             Em F#   G
I had a local watch, the work over
D                       Em F#    G                 A
Livin' into empty room, three stories at no sky
D                         Em F#        G
Takin' back to that night I was there
D                              Em  F#    G
It was just a count on the lo- -lo some- -thing I don't get

      A Bm                     A               G    A
Yeah, I swore that night, I'll never come back home
Bm           A         G               A
Now big fire by myself held you on the road

[Chorus]
      D                                 G
And a field ever wet guidin' low stone, top of the hill to the valley below
    Bm              A                        G
And here every step fallen' from high to low
           D                                       G
I'm from a place of mountain nobody goes and field far roll where cotton grows
    Bm           A               G    A
And live on life species I could run, yeah, I'm a America's son

[Solo]
D    D     Em  F#   G    G       A

D                               Em  F#   G
I could still remember, callin' her name
D                              Em F#  G                    A
I wonder, after 10 long years, if she still looks the same
D                     Em F# G
As me by the heavens, live still relaxin'
D                        Em        F#  G
Beside, tune my truck a- round and wad things out instead

   A Bm         A                 G
In a herd scene don't know and go
Bm                      A G                   A
Where she is right now, better off, I don't know

[Chorus]
      D                                 G
And a field ever wet guidin' low stone, top of the hill to the valley below
    Bm              A                        G
And here every step fallen' from high to low
           D                                       G
I'm from a place of mountain nobody goes and field far roll where cotton grows
    Bm           A               G    A
And live on life species I could run, yeah, I'm a America's son

[Solo]
D    D     Em  F#   G    G  Yeah, I'm a America's   Bm son   A    G    A

[Chorus]
      D                                 G
And a field ever wet guidin' low stone, top of the hill to the valley below
    Bm              A                        G
And here every step fallen' from high to low
           D                                       G
I'm from a place of mountain nobody goes and field far roll where cotton grows
    Bm           A               G    A
And live on life species I could run, yeah, I'm a America's son

D Em F# G
Yeah, I'm a America's son
Bm A G
Yeah, I'm a America's son
D Em F# G                     Bm
Yeah, I'm a America's son x repeat to fade -----