Young Americans

C, Dm, F G (4x) C They pulled in just behind the fridge Dm He lays her down-he frowns F "Gee my life's a funny thing G Am I still too young" C He kissed her then and there Dm She took his ring, took his babies F It took him minutes, took her nowhere G Heaven knows she'dve taken anything F G All night-she want s the young American C Dm Young American, young American she wants the young American F G It's all right-but she wants the young American C Scanning life thru the picture window Dm She finds the slinky vagabond F He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang G Heaven forbid she'll take anything C But the freak and his type-all for nothing Dm Misses a step and cuts his hand F Showing nothing he swoops like a song G She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?" F G All night-she want s the young American C Dm Young American, young American she wants the young American F G It's all right-but she wants the young American C All the way from Washington Dm He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor F "Live for just these twenty years G Do we have to die for the fifty more?" F G All night-she want s the young American C Dm Young American, young American she wants the young American F G It's all right-but she wants the young American Am G F G Am G C Do you remember your President Nixon? Am G F So you remember the bills you have to pay E or even yesterday? D G(ii) G(iii) D(ii) A(ii) D Have you been the un-American Em Just you and your id singing falsetto 'bout G leather, leather everywhere and A not a myth left from the Ghetto D Well, well, well would you carry a razor? Em In case, just in case of depression G Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors A Blushing at all the afro-sheeners D Ain't that close to love? Em Ein't that poster love? G Well it ain't that brbie doll A Her hearts have been broken just like you G A All night-you want the young American D Em Young American, young American you want the young American G A It's all right-you want the young American 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 "I heard the news today, oh boy" Em 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-you want the young American D Em Young American, young American you want the young American G A It's all right-you want the young American 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! C They pulled in just behind the fridge G He laid her down - he frowns Dm Gee my life's a funny thing F Am I still too young C He kissed then and there G She took his ring took his babies Dm It him minutes took her nowhere F Heaven knows she'd've taken anything Em F#m All night - she wants the young American Em F#m It's all right - but she wants the young American