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Текст песни Bowie, David - Young Americans

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Young Americans
Bowie, David
Transpose +5 steps with buttons on the left for original key, or capo up 1, (or leave like this to sing
with baritones!). Ask if you want chord fingering help.   This is largely version 1 with a couple
fixes and with chords added all the way through the song.

(     ) x4

They pulled in just behind the bridge, he lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still too young?"
He kissed her then and there, she took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere, heaven knows she'd 've taken anything, but

All night, she want's the young American, young American, young American
She wants the young American, all right, she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window, she finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang, but heaven forbid she'll take anything
But the freak and his type, all for nothing, he misses a step and cuts his hand but
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, she wants the young American

All the way from Washington, her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We 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, all right, he wants the young American

Interlude: ( -   - ) x2

Do you remember, your President Nixon?  do you remember the bills you have to pay?
Or even yesterday?

Break:    -    

Have been the un-American, just you and your idol sing falsetto 'bout
Leather, leather everywhere, and not a myth left from the Ghetto
Well, well, well would you carry a razor, in case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors, blushing at all the afro-sheeners
Ain't that close to love?  well ain't that poster love? 
Well it ain't that Barbie Doll, her hearts have been broken just like you

All night, you want the young American, young American, young American
You want the young American, it's all right, you want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler, a pimps got a Caddy and lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, white's got his Soul Train, Mama's got cramps and look at your hands ache
"I heard the news today, oh boy" I got suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man, who could say no more?  and 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?
       (NC)
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  

(repeat, fade)
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