American Tradition chords by Nicole Dollanganger

I put spaces in the lines to mimic the rhythmic pauses in the song. Hope it's good. If you really wanted
to simplify, you could omit the A chord that happens at the end of each verse line.

Intro:

D F#m E A x2


Verse 1:

D                         F#m          E                A
He wants to lift weights        like a fighter
D                         F#m           E               A
We put the medals               on the wall
D                         F#m            E              A
   In the room of               starving vultures
D                         F#m               E           A
   Gold trophies,               he got ‘em all

Verse 2:

D                         F#m             E             A
He wants to be just             like his father
D                         F#m          E                A
We play the knife game          on the table
D                         F#m            E              A
I bleed to death, it            doesn't matter
D                         F#m                  E        A
   Cuz my baby,                 he's still the winner


Chorus:

    D                                F#m   E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
    D                                F#m   E
         Things don’t go like they should
    D                                F#m   E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
    D                                F#m   E
         Things don’t go like they should


Verse 3:

D                         F#m            E              A
Sleep on the carpet             through the night
D                         F#m       E                   A
We're living off a              TV dinner
D                         F#m        E                  A
Hanging me up by                his gold chain
D                         F#m           E               A
He used to be a                 hockey player


Verse 4:

D                         F#m           E               A
I used to be a                  figure skater
D                         F#m             E             A
Cutting my leg                  with the blade
D                         F#m         E                 A
  In the blue and               red arena
D                         F#m              E            A
Trying to pretend               we're the same


Chorus:

    D                                F#m   E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
    D                                F#m   E
         Things don’t go like they should
    D                                F#m   E
He holds me in his arms but it’s no good
    D                                F#m   E