American Boy Estelle

American Boy

Estelle

JazzCat

496
0:00 4:46
Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: Em
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Intro]
| G6/B - - - | B - - - | Am6 -  -   - | Am6   Am Am7 - |
| G6/B - - - | B - - - | Am6 Am Am7 - | Cmaj7 -  Em  - |

[Verse 1]
Emaj7
     This a number one
Champion sound
Cmaj7
Yeah, Estelle,
We 'bout to get down
Am
  Who the hottest
In the world right now?
Just touched down
   Am/D
In London town
Emaj7
     Bet they give me a pound
Cmaj7
Tell them put the money
In my hand right now
Am
Tell the promoter
We need more seats
We just sold out
        Fmaj7
All the floor seats

[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
            Cmaj7
I'd like to go   some day
Am
Take me to New York,
                  Am/D
I'd love to see LA
  Emaj7
I really want to
     Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am                       Fmaj7
You'll be my American boy

[Verse 2-1]
Emaj7                  Cmaj7
     He said, "Hey, sister,
                                Am
It's really, really nice to meet  ya"
                                 Am/D
I just met this fivefootseven guy
                  Emaj7
Who's just my type
                       Cmaj7
Like the way he's speakin',
                      Am
His confidence is peakin'
Don't like his baggy jeans But I might like
Fmaj7
                 Emaj7
What's underneath     them

[Verse 2-2]
                 Cmaj7
And, no, I ain't been to MIA
  Am
I heard that Cali never rains
                          Am/D
And New York's all the way
Emaj7
First let's see the West End,
     Cmaj7
I'll show you to my bredrin
    Am
I'm likin' this American boy,
American boy

[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
            Cmaj7
I'd like to go   some day
Am
Take me to New York,
                  Am/D
I'd love to see LA
  Emaj7
I really want to
     Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy,
 Fmaj7      Emaj7
American boy

[Post-Chorus]
          Cmaj7          Am
La, la la,     la la, eya
                 Am/D   Emaj7
La, la la, la la,    eya
          Cmaj7
La, la la,     la la, yeah
     Am
Will you be my
American boy?
            Emaj7
American boy

[Verse 3-1]
Can we get away
         Cmaj7
This weekend?
                   Am
Take me to Broadway
                                      Am/D
Let's go shopping, baby, Then we'll go
         Emaj7
to a cafe
                   Cmaj7
Let's go on the subway,
                    Am
Take me to your hood
                                     Fmaj7
I never been to Brooklyn And I'd like
                  Emaj7
to see what's good

[Verse 3-2]
           Cmaj7
Dressed in all  your fancy clothes
Am
Sneakers lookin' fresh to death,
                           Am/D
I'm lovin' those Shell Toes
Emaj7
Walkin' that walk,
Cmaj7
Talk that slick talk
    Am
I'm likin' this American boy,
 Am/D
American boy

[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
            Cmaj7
I'd like to go   some day
Am
Take me to New York,
                  Am/D
I'd love to see LA
  Emaj7
I really want to
     Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wagwan, blud!

[Verse 4-1]
Emaj7
Who  killin' them in the UK?
Cmaj7
Everybody gonna say, "You, K"
Am
  Reluctantly, 'cause most of
                           Fmaj7
This press don't fuck with me   
             Emaj7
Estelle once said to me,
"Cool down, down
Cmaj7
Don't act a fool now, now."
  Am
I always act a fool oww, oww
                  Am/D
Ain't nothing new now, now
Emaj7
     He crazy, I know what you thinkin'
Cmaj7
     Ribena, I know what you're drinkin'
Am
  Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick
Fmaj7
Soon as you're blinkin'

[Verse 4-2]
Emaj7                     Cmaj7
     What's your persona about 
                  Am
This Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow ‘cause
                 Am/D
All my clothes designer? Uh
Emaj7
     Dressed smart like a London bloke
  Cmaj7
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat,
tell me he's broke
Emaj7
     And I know you ain't into all that
  Cmaj7
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
Am
But I still talk that caaash
                    Am/D
'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it
Emaj7                                    Cmaj7
     And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
                           Am
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
                         Fmaj7
So to hell with all that rubbish

[Bridge]
Emaj7               Cmaj7
     Would you be my     love,
My love?
Am                        Am/D
  Could you be my love, My
love?
Emaj7               Cmaj7
     Could you be my     love,
My love?
      Am
Would you be my American boy?
 Fmaj7
American boy

[Chorus]
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
            Cmaj7
I'd like to go   some day
Am
Take me to New York,
                  Am/D
I'd love to see LA
  Emaj7
I really want to
     Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy,
 Fmaj7
American boy
Emaj7
Take me on a trip,
            Cmaj7
I'd like to go   some day
Am
Take me to New York,
                  Am/D
I'd love to see LA
  Emaj7
I really want to
     Cmaj7
Come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy,
 Fmaj7      Emaj7
American boy

[Post-Chorus (Fade Out)]
          Cmaj7          Am
La, la la,     la la, eya
                 Am/D   Emaj7
La, la la, la la,    eya
          Cmaj7
La, la la,     la la, yeah
     Am
Will you be my
             Fmaj7
American boy?

Bars

[Intro]
| G6/B - - - | B - - - | Am6 -  -   - | Am6   Am Am7 - |
| G6/B - - - | B - - - | Am6 Am Am7 - | Cmaj7 -  Em  - |

[Verse 1]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |

This a number one
Champion sound
Yeah, Estelle,
We 'bout to get down
Who the hottest
In the world right now?
Just touched down
In London town
Bet they give me a pound
Tell them put the money
In my hand right now
Tell the promoter
We need more seats
We just sold out
All the floor seats

[Chorus]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |

Take me on a trip,
I'd like to go   some day
Take me to New York,
I'd love to see LA
I really want to
Come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy

[Verse 2-1]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |
| Emaj7 - |

He said, "Hey, sister,
It's really, really nice to meet  ya"
I just met this fivefootseven guy
Who's just my type
Like the way he's speakin',
His confidence is peakin'
Don't like his baggy jeans But I might like
What's underneath     them

[Verse 2-2]
          | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - -    |

And, no, I ain't been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains
And New York's all the way
First let's see the West End,
I'll show you to my bredrin
I'm likin' this American boy,
American boy

[Chorus]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |
| Emaj7 - |

Take me on a trip,
I'd like to go   some day
Take me to New York,
I'd love to see LA
I really want to
Come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy,
American boy

[Post-Chorus]
          | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - -    |
| Emaj7 - |

La, la la,     la la, eya
La, la la, la la,    eya
La, la la,     la la, yeah
Will you be my
American boy?
American boy

[Verse 3-1]
          | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |
| Emaj7 - |

Can we get away
This weekend?
Take me to Broadway
Let's go shopping, baby, Then we'll go
to a cafe
Let's go on the subway,
Take me to your hood
I never been to Brooklyn And I'd like
to see what's good

[Verse 3-2]
          | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D |

Dressed in all  your fancy clothes
Sneakers lookin' fresh to death,
I'm lovin' those Shell Toes
Walkin' that walk,
Talk that slick talk
I'm likin' this American boy,
American boy

[Chorus]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - -    |

Take me on a trip,
I'd like to go   some day
Take me to New York,
I'd love to see LA
I really want to
Come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy
Tell 'em wagwan, blud!

[Verse 4-1]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |

Who  killin' them in the UK?
Everybody gonna say, "You, K"
Reluctantly, 'cause most of
This press don't fuck with me
Estelle once said to me,
"Cool down, down
Don't act a fool now, now."
I always act a fool oww, oww
Ain't nothing new now, now
He crazy, I know what you thinkin'
Ribena, I know what you're drinkin'
Rap singer, chain blinger
Holler at the next chick
Soon as you're blinkin'

[Verse 4-2]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | -  - | - -     |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |

What's your persona about
This Americana rhymer?
Am I shallow ‘cause
All my clothes designer? Uh
Dressed smart like a London bloke
Before he speak his suit bespoke
And you thought he was cute before
Look at this pea coat,
tell me he's broke
And I know you ain't into all that
I heard your lyrics, I feel your spirit
But I still talk that caaash
'Cause a lotta wags wanna hear it
And I'm feelin' like Mike at his baddest
Like The Pips at their gladdest
And I know they love it
So to hell with all that rubbish

[Bridge]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |

Would you be my     love,
My love?
Could you be my love, My
love?
Could you be my     love,
My love?
Would you be my American boy?
American boy

[Chorus]
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |
| Emaj7 - |

Take me on a trip,
I'd like to go   some day
Take me to New York,
I'd love to see LA
I really want to
Come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy,
American boy
Take me on a trip,
I'd like to go   some day
Take me to New York,
I'd love to see LA
I really want to
Come kick it with you
You'll be my American boy,
American boy

[Post-Chorus (Fade Out)]
          | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Am/D  |
| Emaj7 - | Cmaj7 - | Am - | - Fmaj7 |

La, la la,     la la, eya
La, la la, la la,    eya
La, la la,     la la, yeah
Will you be my
American boy?

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