YOUNG AMERICANS    (intro)    (sample)
 
    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,
            A  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
    and ain't there one damn song that can make me
     - - - - - - - - - - - - - 
    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)