American You chords by Yelawolf

Yelawolf - American You
From the album: Love Story (2015)
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I like to play this song like this:
                             Dsus2
   A   C#m D   A   F#m E   D   A
e|-0---4---5---5---2---0---2-0-0-|
B|-2---5---7---5---2---0---3-3-2-|
G|-2---6---7---6---2---1---2-2-2-|
D|-2---6---7---7---4---2---0-0-2-|
A|-0---4---5---7---4---2---x-x-0-|
E|-x---x---x---5---2---0---x-x-x-|


Intro:
A C#m D A
F#m E D A

A               C#m                       D              A
 Man you got it all worked out, don't you, old pair of shoes
F#m               E                              D                 A
 Never wear your heart on your sleeve 'cause it don't go with the suit
A           C#m                   D                   A
 You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face
F#m                    E                      D                  A
 They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway

        A      C#m             D       A
 Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
F#m            E                     D      A
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
A                C#m               D           A
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
      F#m E     D        A
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too

A                  C#m                      D                   A
 Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road
F#m             E                           D                A
 Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes
A           C#m                  D                  A
 You got a house on a hill, big news, that's a big deal
F#m                   E                      D               A
 Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels

        A      C#m             D       A
 Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
F#m            E                     D      A
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
A                C#m               D           A
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
      F#m E     D        A
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
      F#m E     D        A
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too

A                  C#m                 D                    A
 I believe in the modest dream, ain't lookin' for a pot of gold
   F#m              E                    D             A
 A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll
A                 C#m                     D                 A
 I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool
    F#m             E                             D              A
 Invite my nobody friends to the party and we'll be in it, fuck you

 You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle
 20 Dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama
 You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow
 Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's

A                          C#m
 Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem
  D                              A
 But you fell in love 'cause to you she was like a supermodel
F#m                        E                      D                  A
 And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway, it ain't no problem
           A                                  C#m
 You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin'
             D                               A
 Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits, flippin' burgers in the kitchen
           F#m                                       E
 With the vision, you've been dreamin', you've been savin', you've been given nothin' but shit
          D                     A
 But you take it 'cause you're patient in this prison
            A                        C#m
 Fuck everybody visitin', it ain't them who gotta live in this skin
      D                           A
 With all these tattoos that you got, it fuckin' offends them
          F#m                           E
 If it's you that I'm speakin' to, you must be my extension
             D                           A                          A
 I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it, Slumerican

      C#m             D       A
 Oh sweet sounds of American you
F#m            E                     D      A
 Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
A                C#m               D           A
 Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
      F#m E     D        A
 Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
      F#m E     D        A