Ohmerica

Db                                
Somewhere between the cobbled 
                             Ab
stone floor and the slated wooden 
ceiling

Bbm                               
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a
            F
 very fuzzy feeling

X-(Slide F to F#)
Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Db
There’s nothing like

F                    F# F    Bb 
*(Bbm sounds good too)
emptying a cartridge at the sun

***CHORUS TIME: Scream the UH's and 
strum the 'mericas'
then mute chord on the very next 
UH***

   Db        Ab        Bbm       F  
      X-(slide F to F#)
Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica 
Uh-merica...ohhh-oh-oh

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        Db           F        
There’s nothing like emptying a 
            F#  F  Bb
cartridge at the sun


F
Oh we’re born alone and then we’re

                             
X-(Slide F to F#)
covered with our m-m-mothers kisses 
(la la la)

F                                   
            X-(Slide F to F#)
The mind has already forgot what the
 body still misses

Db                                
Somewhere between the sticky floor
                       Ab
 and the cracks in the ceiling

Bbm                               
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a
            F
 very fuzzy feeling

X-(Slide F to F#)
Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Db
There’s nothing like

F                    F# F    Bb
emptying a cartridge at the sun

   Db        Ab        Bbm       F  
      X-(slide F to F#)
Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica 
Uh-merica...ohhh-oh-oh

        Db           F        
There’s nothing like emptying a 
            F#  F  Bb
cartridge at the sun


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