Young Americans

They pulled in just behind the fridge,

he (Dm7)lays her down.

He frowns, (F)"Gee, my life's a funny thing.

Am I still too young?"

(C)He kissed her then and there;

she took his ring,

took his babies.

It (F)took him minutes, took her nowhere.

(G)Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything.

(F6)All (G6)night she wants the young

American. (C)Young American, young American, she wants the young American.

(F6)All (G6)right, she wants the young

American. (C)All the way from Washington

her (Dm7)breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor.

(F)We live for just these twenty years till we (G)have to die for the fifty more.

(F6)All (G6)night he wants the young (C)American.

Young American, young American, he wants the young American.

(F6)All (G6)right, he wants the young American.

(Am)Do you remember

(C)your President Nixon?

(Am)Do you remember the (Fmaj7)bills you have to pay,

or even (E)yesterday?

(D)You ain't a pimp, and you ain't a hustler.

(Em7)Pimps got a Cadi and a lady's got a Chrysler.

(G)Blacks got respect and white got his soul train.

(A)Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands,

hey. (D)(I heard the news today,

oh (Em7)boy.)

I got a suite and you got defeat.

(G)Ain't there a man who can say no more?

And (A)ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?

And (D)ain't there a child I can hold without judging?

(Em7)Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?

(G)Ain't you proud that you still got faces?

(A)Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?

(G6)All (A6)night I want the young American.

(D)Young American, young American, I want the young American.

(G6)All (A6)right.

(D)Young American, young American, I want the young American.

(G6)All (A6)right.