Yelawolf - American You - аккорды

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Yelawolf American You
This is a version with handier chords- will spruce it up in a few days
capo 9


Intro:
C Em F C
Am G F C

C               Em                       F              C
 Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes
Am               G                              F                 C
 Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit
C           Em                   F                   C
 You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face
Am                    G                      F                  C
 They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway

        C      Em             F       C
 Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
Am            G                     F      C
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
C                Em               F           C
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
      Am G     F        C
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too

C                  Em                      F                   C
 Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road
Am             G                           F                C
 Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes
C           Em                  F                  C
 You got a house on a hill, big news, that's a big deal
Am                   G                      F               C
 Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels

        C      Em             F       C
 Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
Am            G                     F      C
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
C                Em               F           C
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
      Am G     F        C
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
      Am G     F        C
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too

C                  Em                 F                    C
 I believe in the modest dream, ain't lookin' for a pot of gold
   Am              G                    F             C
 A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll
C                 Em                     F                 C
 I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool
    Am             G                             F              C
 Invite my nobody friends to the party and we'll be in it, fuck you

 You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle
 20 Dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama
 You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow
 Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's

C                          Em
 Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem
  F                              C
 But you fell in love 'cause to you she was like a supermodel
Am                        G                      F                  C
 And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway, it ain't no problem
           C                                  Em
 You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin'
             F                               C
 Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits, flippin' burgers in the kitchen
           Am                                       G
 With the vision, you've been dreamin', you've been savin', you've been given nothin' but shit
          F                     C
 But you take it 'cause you're patient in this prison
            C                        Em
 Fuck everybody visitin', it ain't them who gotta live in this skin
      F                           C
 With all these tattoos that you got, it fuckin' offends them
          Am                           G
 If it's you that I'm speakin' to, you must be my extension
             F                           C                          C
 I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it, Slumerican

      Em             F       C
 Oh sweet sounds of American you
Am            G                     F      C
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
C                Em               F           C
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
      Am G     F        C
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
      Am G     F        C
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too