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


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