All American Tragedy chords by Buddy Knox

Intro
C

Am F  C  G



Verse 1
 Am                       F
Let me set the scene, quiet as can be
 C                               G
She was just a pretty little face in the bleachers
 Am                            F
Dying to be free, and he was seventeen
 C                                                G
Sharing cigarettes and hiding smoke from the teachers
 Am                               F
Maybe she wanted a little taste of the wild side
 C                        G
He was the getaway ride outta town
 Am                                F
And maybe he wanted a little tame to the wildfire
 C
But you know they're never gonna slow down now

Chorus
 Dm
She's into bad guys driving the fast cars
 F                                                   Am
Making her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band
 G/B
Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan
 Dm
He was a good kid, son of a pastor
 F
A little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster
 Am
And they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be
 G/B
Just another classic all-American tragedy

Interlude
Am F  C  G

Am F  C



Verse 2
 Am                         F
Sneaking out her room, quarter after two
 C
Planning the tattoos they'll keep from their parents
 Am                                  F
He gets her into shows, she wants to see the road
 C
Trading in a future for her name in his lyrics
 Am       F                         C
They all say, "Oh my God, they might be too far gone"
 Am                                 F
Oh, they're off of the deep end, and mom isn't sleeping
 C
'Cause she knows that no one could get them to stop

Chorus
 Am
She's into bad guys driving the fast cars
 F                                                   C
Making her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band
 G/B
Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan
 Am
He was a good kid, son of a pastor
 F
A little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster
 C
And they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be
 G/B
Just another classic all-American tragedy

Post-Chorus
Am F  C

Am F  C



Chorus
 Dm
She's into bad guys driving the fast cars
 F                                                   Am
Making her dad cry, kissing the guitar player in a pop-punk local indie band
Undressing in the back seat of his mom's minivan
 Am
He was a good kid, son of a pastor
 F
A little bit unhinged, a perfect disaster
 C
And they won't be the first, no, they're not the last to be
 G/B
Just another classic all-American tragedy

Outro
Am F  C

Am F  C