Chords
[Intro]
C Dm7 F F/G G
C Dm7 F
F/G G
[Verse 1]
C They pulled in just behind the bridge
He Dm7lays her down, he frowns
F"Gee, my life's a funny thing
Am IF/G still too young?" G
C He kissed her then and there
She took his ring,Dm7 took his babies
It Ftook him minutes, took her nowhere
F/GHeaven knows, she'd have Gtaken anything, but
[Chorus]
F(All Gnight)
She wants the young American
C (Young American, young AmeDm7rican)
(She wants the young American)
F(All Gright)
She wants the young American
[Verse 2]
C Scanning life through the picture window
SheDm7 finds the slinky vagabond
He Fcoughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
ButF/G Heaven forbid, she'llG take anything
C But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
HeDm7 misses a step and cuts his hand, but
F Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries,F/G "Where have all PaGpa's heroes gone?"
[Chorus]
F(All Gnight)
She wants the young American
C (Young American, young AmeDm7rican)
(She wants the young American)
F(All Gright)
But she wants the young American
[Verse 3]
C All the way from Washington
Her Dm7breadwinner begs off the bathroom floor
"WeF live for just these twenty years
Do weF/G have to die for Gthe fifty more?"
[Chorus]
FAll Gnight
He wants the young American C Dm7
F(All Gright)
He wants the young American
[Solo Sax]
Am7 F Am7 F G
[Bridge]
Am7 Do you rememEmber,C your President NiGxon?
Am7 Do you rememEmber, the Fbills you have to pay?
Or even Eyesterday?
[Interlude]
D Em Dm7 G7/D G/A A
[Verse 4]
D Have you been the unAmerican?
Em Just you and your i'dol sing falsetto
'BoutG Leather, leather everywhere
AndG/A not a myth left Afrom the ghetto
DWell, 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
G/ABlushing at all the AAfroSheeners
DAin't that close to love?
Well, Emain't that poster love?
Well,G it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart'sG/A been broken Ajust like you and
[Chorus]
G(All Aright)
All night, you want the young American
D young AmeriEmcan
All right
GAll Aright
You want the young American
[Post-Chorus]
D You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A Empimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
GBlack's got respect, and white's got his soul train
AMama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
D Em I got a suite and you got defeat
GAin't there a man who can say no more?
AndA ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And,D ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Em Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
G Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
A7Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?
[Chorus]
GAll Anight
I want the young American
D young AmeriEmcan
G A I want the young American, young AmeriDcan
[Post-Chorus]
Em
G You want I, I want you A D Em G
[Fade-Out]
A D Em
