Elle King - Americas sweetheart

^AbNo there ain't nothing that I gotta prove ^AbYou think your words will make me black and blue But I, ^DbI think I'm pretty with these old boots on ^DbI think its funny when I drink too much, hey ^AbYou try and change me you can go to hell ^AbCause I don't want to be nobody else ^DbI like the chip I got in my front teeth ^DbAnd I got bad tattoos you won't believe

^AbSo kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Gonna lose control tonight

What do you ^Dbwant from me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart^{Fm Eb} So beat the ^Dbdrum with me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart^{Fm Eb} Well they sa^Dby I'm too loud^Fm for this^Eb town So I ^Dblit a match and b^Fmurned it ^Ebdown What do you ^Dbwant from me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart But you l^Fmove me a^Ebnyway

^AbMy hands are dirty and my heart is cold ^Abthe boys I've been with say I got no soul, when I, ^DbI meet another honey at the bar, ^DbI'll think its funny when I break his heart, mmm now, ^AbMy kind of medicine is whiskey straight, ^AbI got a mouth to put you in your place, and they, ^DbThey said I'll never be the poster type, ^DbBut they don't make posters of my kind of life

^AbSo kick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole Gonna lose control tonight

What do you ^Dbwant from me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart^{Fm Eb} So beat the ^Dbdrum with me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart^{Fm Eb} Well they sa^Dby I'm too loud^Fm for this^Eb town So I ^Dblit a match and b^Fmurned it ^Ebdown What do you ^Dbwant from me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart But you l^Fmove me a^Ebnyway

^AbKick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready, Gonna lose control

^AbKick out the jams, kick up the soul Pour another glass of that rock and roll Turn up the band, fire in the hole, Gonna lose control to

N.C.

night

What do you ^Dbwant from me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart^{Fm Eb} So beat the ^Dbdrum with me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart^{Fm Eb} Well they sa^Dby I'm too loud^Fm for this^Eb town So I ^Dblit a match and b^Fmurned it ^Ebdown What do you ^Dbwant from me, ^FmI'm not a^Ebmerica's ^Dbsweetheart But you l^Fmove me a^Ebnyway

^AbI'm not americas s^Dbweetheart ^Ab[End]