Americas Son

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

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

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

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[Solo]
D    D     Em  F#   G    G       A

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

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

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