Ohmerica

F X-(Slide F to F# Mrs E Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun (la la la) F X-(Slide F to F# Mrs E Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one (la la la) Db Ab Somewhere between the cobbled stone floor and the slated wooden ceiling Bbm F Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling X-(Slide F to F# Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh Db There's nothing like F F# F Bb *Bbm sounds good too) emptying a cartridge at the sun ***CHORUS TIME: Scream the UH's and strum the 'mericas' then mute chord on the very next UH*** Db Ab Bbm F X-(slide F to F# Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica...ohhh-oh-oh Db F F# F Bb There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun F Oh we're born alone and then we're X-(Slide F to F# covered with our m-m-mothers kisses (la la la) F X-(Slide F to F# The mind has already forgot what the body still misses Db Ab Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling Bbm F Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling X-(Slide F to F# Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh Db There's nothing like F F# F Bb emptying a cartridge at the sun Db Ab Bbm F X-(slide F to F# Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica...ohhh-oh-oh Db F F# F Bb There's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun