C – Dm – F – G (2x)
C Dm
1. They pulled in just behind the fridge, he lays her down, he frowns.
F G - G7
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
C Dm
He kissed her then and there, she took his ring, took his babies,
F
it took him minutes, took her nowhere,
G G7
heaven knows she'd have taken anything.
F G
All night, she wants the young American.
C Dm
Young American, young American, she wants the young American.
F G
All right, but she wants the young American.
C
2. All the way from Washington,
Dm
her breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor.
F
"Live for just these twenty years,
- G G7
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"
F G
All night, he wants the young American.
C Dm
Young American, young American, he wants the young American.
F G - Am - F – Am - F
All right, but he wants the young Americ….an.
Am G - C
Do you remember your President Nixon?
Am G F
Do you remember the bills you have to pay ?
E
Or even yesterday?
D
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler,
Em
pimps got a Caddy, lady got a Chrysler.
G
Black's got respect, white's got his soul train,
A
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands, hey !
D Bm
"I heard the news today, oh boy!" I got-suite and you got defeat.
G
Ain't there a man who could say no more,
A
ain't there a woman, I can sock on the jaw?
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,
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and ain't there one damn song that can make me
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break down and cry.
G A
All night, I want the young American.
D Em
Young American, young American, I want the young American.
G A
All right, I want the young American.
D Em
Young American, young American, I want the young American.
G A
All right, I want the young American….
(David Bowie)