Capo 4th

G7

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If i had a cinder block for every lie i told
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we could have build us a house fine as any city block
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to keep us out of the cold,
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 cause the winters long longer in this shitty town,
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 with the gas can rusting down the street
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and the cherry trees and evry boom box playing loud
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we sing along we sing till dawn just one more american song

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john was a quiet boy in school johnny with the fiery red hair
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he went to the army like a lot of them do
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and he got fucked up over that
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and if you see him now he pushs a shopping car in the parking lot 
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if you call him he don't hear a  thing
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the call him john the priest john the king of bottle talk
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priest of porn his war's still on it's just one more american song

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there's a place i heard about, once...a place called union street
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a place on high a place where we could all be one
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it sounded pretty good to me
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and aint no gasoline gonna take us back that way again
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when the years have rusted out our fence
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when our jeans were torn and we were all the best of friends 
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and the music .......(???)
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i can hear that band they're near at hand 
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and I really hope it's not the wind again, Oh no
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it don't belong boys cause something's gone, one more american song
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don't be long boys, I'm hanging on to for just one more american song
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it's been too long boys, somethings gone , one more american song