American Dream chords by Bryce Vine

🎸 Intro:

A  F#m  D  A  F#m  D



🎸 Verse 1:
           A                       F#m      D
Why go to Paris for the summer? America is better
   A                             F#m D
Apparently there's gold in the street
         A                          F#m                  D
I don't care who's over there, if I see you and you're starin'
     A                                  F#m   D
Any team will catch a fist through the teeth

🎸 Pre-Chorus:
   A
Yeah, it's all wrong
       F#m             D   A
You're tellin' me it's so wrong
                 F#m       D       A
To play ball in somebody else's yard
F#m       D
I found God outside of a gun range
     A                           F#m
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change
And if I

🎸 Chorus:
A                 F#m      D            A
 Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
                 F#m    D       A
I could finally die a millionnaire
                  F#m          D
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
 A                      F#m        D
American dr am but it's kind of a nightmare
  A                       F#m        D
(American dream but it's kind of a nightmar)

🎸 Verse 2:
A                                F#m
 The American dream is a foreign car
                  D                 A
You can only afford with a credit card
                             F#m
The American team is a superstar
                  D                A
That you see on screen on a boulevard
****, maybe I'm sick
F#m                       D
Pass me the bottle
I'm pleading the fifth
A
Callin' my ex so she know I exist
        F#m                  D
When we argue for hours and call me a ****
A                                          F#m                   D
Click
I'll have a quarter like prices for oil on ice but that **** doesn't mix
A                                    F#m                       D
Fix, all of my problems
I go to the doctor, they tell me that I need a script

🎸 Pre-Chorus:
   A
Yeah, it's all wrong
       F#m             D   A
You're tellin' me it's so wrong
                 F#m       D       A
To play ball in somebody else's yard
                F#m       D
I found God outside of a gun range
     A                           F#m
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change
And if I

🎸 Chorus:
A                 F#m      D            A
 Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
                 F#m    D       A
I could finally die a millionnaire
                  F#m          D
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
 A                      F#m        D
American dr am but it's kind of a nightmare

🎸 Bridge:
A
 It's all wrong
F#m          D        A
Maybe we're too far gone
                  F#m        D        A
To press pause on all the redemption songs
                     F#m          D
I found God and she called me a saint
                 A                    F#m
She said, "The good die young but for you it's too late"

And if I

🎸 Chorus:
A                 F#m      D            A
 Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
F#m    D       A
I could finally die a millionnaire
                  F#m          D
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
 A                      F#m        D
American dr am but it's kind of a nightmare (And if I)
A                 F#m      D            A
 Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
                 F#m    D       A
I could finally die a millionnaire
                  F#m          D
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
 A                      F#m        D
American dr am but it's kind of a nightmare