David Bowie
David Bowie - young Americans gitaar chord
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# From: Villafranc@aol.com Date: Tue, 26 Sep 1995 15:40:55 -0400 Subject: ./b/david_bowie/young_americans/.crd since nobody posted this, i had to figure out this for myself. so now i share this bowie masterpice with all y'all.... YOUNG AMERICANS bowie intro: C, Dm, F, G (4x) C They pulled in just behind the fridge Dm He lays her down-he frowns F "Gee my life's a funny thing G Am I still too young" C He kissed her then and there Dm She took his ring, took his babies F It took him minutes, took her nowhere G Heaven knows she'dve taken anything CHORUS: F G All night-she want s the young American C Dm Young American, young American she wants the young American F G It's all right-but she wants the young American Scanning life thru the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang Heaven forbid she'll take anything But the freak and his type-all for nothing Misses a step and cuts his hand Showing nothing he swoops like a song She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?" All night-she want s the young American Young American, young American she wants the young American It's all right-but she wants the young American All the way from Washington He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor "Live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for the fifty more?" All night-he want s the young American Young American, young American he wants the young American It's all right-but he wants the young American... interlude: Am, G, F, G bridge: Am G C Do you remember your President Nixon? Am G F So you remember the bills you have to pay E or even yesterday? break: D, G(ii), G(iii), D(ii), A(ii) D Have you been the un-American Em Just you and your id singing falsetto 'bout G leather, leather everywhere and A not a myth left from the Ghetto D Well, 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 A Blushing at all the afro-sheeners Ain't that close to love? Well ain't that poster love? Well it ain't that brbie doll Her hearts have been broken just like you G A All night-you want the young American D Em Young American, young American you want the young American G A It's all right-you want the young American You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler Black's got respect-white's got his soul train Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey "I heard the news today, oh boy" I got-suite and you got defeat Ain't there a man-who could say no more Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw Ain't there a child-I can hold without judging Ain't there a pen-that will write before they die Ain't you proud-that you've still got faces and ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry... All night-I want the young American Young American, young American I want the young American It's all right-I want the young American From: etxjrun@etxb.eua.ericsson.se (Jan Runesson) Subject: CRD:Bowie - Young Americans, help needed Here is a David Bowie song I tried to figure out the other day and this is what I came up with. I am not sure I got everything correct. The G might be a Gsus4 or something similar. Help me out here. Corrections are welcome! C They pulled in just behind the fridge G He laid her down - he frowns Dm Gee my life's a funny thing F Am I still too young C He kissed then and there G She took his ring took his babies Dm It him minutes took her nowhere F Heaven knows she'd've taken anything Em F#m All night - she wants the young American Em F#m It's all right - but she wants the young American Scanning life through the picture window She finds the slinky vagabond He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang Heaven forbid she'll taken anything But the freak and his type - all for nothing He misses a step and cuts his hand Showing nothing he swoops like a song She cries where have all papa's heroes gone All night - she wants the young American It's all right - but she wants the young American All the way from Washington Her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor We live for just these twenty years Do we have to die for fifty more All night - she wants the young American It's all right - but she wants the young American Do you remember president Nixon Do you remember all the bills you have to pay or even yesterday ................................. ----- /Mr. Jan Runesson/etxjrun@etxb.eua.ericsson.se/Stockholm, SWEDEN/