Chords
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
In a Gmtown in southernmost Sicily
lived a family too proud to be poor.
In the year that fever took father away
they hastened for American shores.
Now a mother and her son are standing in line.
It's a cold day on Ellis Isle.
And they look to the statue of EbLiberty... Liberty... Liberty...
[Chorus]
For the Gmboy we have American life.
[Verse 2]
OngGm is a Laotian refugee,
he works in the audio trade.
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs.
He's earning minimum wage.
Spending spare time down on San Pablo ave.
Once a week gets a woman for the night.
[Chorus]
And he writes home tales of proEbsperety... ...sperety ...sperety.
For the Gmboy we have American Life.
For the boy we have American Life.
[Verse 3]
Gm Bob Gmis an unemployed veteran,
born and bred im South Bronx.
He's living off the streets down in east L. A.
Residing in a cardbroad box.
Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dag.
Searching for aluminum cans
[Chorus]
and he hold on tight to his Ebdignity dignity dignity
He was Gmborn into American Life.
He was born into American Life.
He was born into American Life. Gm
[Outro]
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