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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)
CThey pulled in just behind the fridge He laysDm her down-he frowns F"Gee my life's a funny thing Am I Gstill too young" CHe kissed her then and there She took his ring, tDmook his babies It tFook him minutes, took her nowhere GHeaven knows she'dve taken anything
CHORUS:
FAll nGight-she want s the young American CYounDmg American, young American she wants the young American It's aFll Gright-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:
AmDo you remember yGour PreCsident Nixon' AmSo you remember Gthe bills youF have to pay or even yestEerday'
break: D, G(ii), G(iii), D(ii), A(ii)
DHave you been the un-American EmJust you and your id singing falsetto 'bout Gleather, leather everywhere and Anot a myth left from the Ghetto DWell, well, well would you carry a razor' EmIn case, just in case of depression GSit on your hands on a bus of survivors ABlushing 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
GAllA night-you want the young American DYoung American, young American Em you want the young American It'sG allA 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!
CThey pulled in just behind the fridge GHe laid her down - he frowns DmGee my life's a funny thing FAm I still too young CHe kissed then and there GShe took his ring took his babies DmIt him minutes took her nowhere FHeaven knows she'd've taken anything
EmAll nigF#mht - she wants the young American EmIt's all rigF#mht - 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/