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Printable Version
Capo: 2nd Fret
INTRO: [C] [Dm] [F] [G] (x2)
I was [F]ten, I was [C]thin, I was [Dm]playing first [G]base
with a [F]secondhand [C]glove and [Dm]dirt on my [G]face
In [F]nowhere, Vir[C]ginia
[Dm]Who'd ever [C]figure that [Bb]kid in the [F]yard would [G]go very far
It was [F]419 [C]Lakewood , had [Dm]no silver[G]spoons
Just an [F]old beat up [C]upright that [Dm]played out of [G]tune
Now I'm [F]singin' and [C]living the [Dm]life that [G]I love
And when [Bb]I count my [F]blessings I thank God I [G]was
CHORUS:
An A[C]merican [Dm]child [F] [G]
An A[C]merican [Dm]child [F] [G]
'Cause [A]dreams can grow [G]wild
Born in[F]side an A[G]merican [C]child
[F]Seven pounds, [C]three ounces, [Dm]she's got my [G]nose
And she's [F]into my [C]heart as [Dm]deep as it [G]goes
With a [F]promise that's [C]more than just [Dm]someone's last [C]name
[Bb]Anyone's e[F]qual, in [G]late August came
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL: [A] [E] [F] [G] (x2)
[A] [E] [Dm] [G] [E] [F] [G]
BRIDGE:
My [Am]grandfather [Eb]would have been [Bb]eighty [Eb]today
But [Am]in '45 he [G]fell down beside an A[C]merican [Dm]child [F] [G]
CHORUS
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