Tom: Bbm
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
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