American Boy Ukulele chords by Estelle

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

Verse:
E
Just another one champion sound
C
Me and Estelle We bout to get down
Am
Who the hottest in

the world right now
           D      E
Just touched down in London town

Verse:

Bet they give me a pound
C
Tell them put the money

in my hand right now
Am
Tell the promoter

we need more seats

 We just sold out
     D
all the floor seats


Chorus:
E
 Take me on a trip,
       C
I'd like to go some day
Am
 Take me to New York,
           D
I'd love to see L.A.
 E
 I really want to
   C
come kick it with you
Am             D  E
You'll be my American boy...




Verse:
         C
 He said, "Hey, sister, it's
              Am
really, really nice to meet ya"

 I just met this 5 foot
  D          E
7 guy who's just my type
          C
 I like the way he's speaking,
          Am
his confidence is peaking

 Don't like his baggy jeans but
   D         E
Imma like what's under neith them


Verse:
        C
And no, I ain't been to MIA
 Am
 I heard that Cali never rains
           D
and New York heart awaits
E
 First let's see the West End,
   C          \
I'll show you to my bedrin
(Am)
 I'm likin' this American
   (D)
boy, American boy


Chorus:
E
 Take me on a trip,
       C
I'd like to go some day
Am
 Take me to New York,
           D
I'd love to see L.A.
 E
 I really want to
   C
come kick it with you
Am
 You'll be my American
   D       E
boy, American boy


Verse:
           C
 Can we get away this weekend?
           Am
Take me to Broadway

 Let's go shopping baby
      D      E
then we'll go to a Cafe
        C
 Let's go on the subway,
           Am
take me to your hood

 I never been to Brooklyn and
    D         E
I'd like to see what's good


Verse:
      C
Dressed in all your fancy clothes
  Am
 Sneakers looking fresh to death,
              D
I'm lovin' those shell toes
E
 Walkin' that walk,
 C
talk that slick talk
Am
 I'm likin' this American
    D
boy, American boy


Chorus:
E
 Take me on a trip,
       C
I'd like to go some day
Am
 Take me to New York,
           D
I'd love to see L.A.
 E
 I really want to
   C
come kick it with you
Am
You'll be my American boy
(D)
Tell'em wagawaan blood


Verse:
E
Who killin em in the UK.
C             Am
Everybody gonna say you K,

 reluctantly, because most of
              D
this press don't fuck wit me.

 Estelle once said
  E
to me, cool down down
C
don't act a fool now now.
 Am
I always act a fool oww oww.
         D    E
Ain't nothing new now now.
                 C
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
                  Am
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.

 Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at
        D            E
the next chick soon as you're blinkin.


Verse:

What's you're persona
 C           Am
About this Americana rhymer?

 Am I shallow cuz all
       D    E
my clothes designer?

Dressed smart like a London Bloke
 C               \
before he speak his suit bespoke
(Am)
and you thought

he was cute before.
(D)
 Look at this Pea Coat.
          E
Tell me he's broke.

And I know you ain't into all that.
 C
I heard your lyrics

I feel your spirit.
Am
But I still talk that CAAASH.
        D         E
Cuz a lot WAGs wanna to hear it.

 And I'm feelin like
        C
Mike at his Baddest.
               Am
Like the Pips and the Gladys.

And I know they love it.
             D    E
so to hell with all that rubbish.


Bridge:
       C         Am
Would you be my love, my love?
           D    E
Would you be my love, my love?
       C
Could you be my love, my love?
   Am
 Would you be my American
   D
boy, American boy?


Chorus:
E
 Take me on a trip,
       C
I'd like to go some day
Am
 Take me to Chicago,
        D
San Fransisco Bay.
 E
 I really want to
   C
come kick it with you
Am
 You'll be my American
   D
boy, American boy


Outro:
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