Young Americans

[Intro]
C Dm7 F F/G G
C Dm7 F
F/G G

[Verse 1]
C
 They pulled in just behind the bridge
   Dm7
He lays her down, he frowns
F
"Gee, my life's a funny thing
    F/G                 G
Am I   still too young?"
C
 He kissed her then and there
                  Dm7
She took his ring,   took his babies
   F
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
F/G                      G
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything,
but

[Chorus]
F    G
(All night)
She wants the young American
C                          Dm7
 (Young American, young American)
(She wants the young American)
F    G
(All right)
She wants the young American

[Verse 2]
C
 Scanning life through the picture window
   Dm7
She   finds the slinky vagabond
   F
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
   F/G
But   Heaven forbid,
      G
she'll take anything
C
 But the freak, and his type,
all for nothing
  Dm7
He   misses a step and cuts his hand,
but
F
 Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries,
F/G                  G
   "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

[Chorus]
F    G
(All night)
She wants the young American
C                          Dm7
 (Young American, young American)
(She wants the young American)
F    G
(All right)
But she wants the young American

[Verse 3]
C
 All the way from Washington
    Dm7
Her breadwinner begs off the bathroom floor
   F
"We live for just these twenty years
     F/G                G
Do we   have to die for the fifty more?"

[Chorus]
F   G
All night
                           C Dm7
He wants the young American
F    G
(All right)
He wants the young American

[Solo Sax]
Am7 F Am7 F G

[Bridge]
Am7            Em
   Do you remember,
C                 G
 your President Nixon?
Am7            Em
   Do you remember,
    F
the bills you have to pay?
        E
Or even yesterday?

[Interlude]
D Em Dm7 G7/D G/A A

[Verse 4]
D
 Have you been the unAmerican?
Em
  Just you and your i'dol sing falsetto
     G
'Bout Leather, leather everywhere
   G/A                A
And   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
G/A                 A
Blushing at all the AfroSheeners
D
Ain't that close to love?
      Em
Well, ain't that poster love?
     G
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
           G/A            A
Her heart's   been broken just like you and

[Chorus]
G    A
(All right)
All night, you want the young American
D           Em
 young American
All right
G   A
All right
You want the young American

[Post-Chorus]
D
 You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
  Em
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
G
Black's got respect,
and white's got his soul train
A
Mama's got cramps,
and look at your hands ache
D Em
    I got a suite and you got defeat
G
Ain't there a man who can say no more?
   A
And ain't there a woman I can sock on the jaw?
And,
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?
A7
Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and
cry?

[Chorus]
G   A
All night
I want the young American
D           Em
 young American
G A
   I want the young American,
           D
young American

[Post-Chorus]
Em
G                      A D Em G
 You want I, I want you

[Fade-Out]
A D Em