Skylar Grey - American

^F#mWheres your honor, ^Awheres my pride? ^F#mEven when it's ^Ahard to find ^F#mFrom seed to harvest, ^Ait's been ^Eengrained

^F#mDrive me past the ^Afields of corn ^F#mAs Johnny Cash blasts ^Ain your Ford ^F#mJust get me home to ^Acatch the big g^Eame

Cause I was b^Dorn an ^F#mAmerican On the ^Dsame dark s^Eoil Through the ^Bmyears and ^F#mall the c^Dhanges Still theres ^F#mno p^Elace like ^Dhome I will die ^Ean Amer^F#mican

^F#mIt's fireflies & ^Atimes of war ^F#mI think back to a ^Atime before ^F#mOf catching firefli^Aes in my ^Ehands

^F#mThen it seems I grew up i^An a flash ^F#mA copper penny flyi^Ang off a track ^F#mFree to fall in lov^Ae with any ^Eman

Cause I was b^Dorn an ^F#mAmerican On the ^Dsame dark s^Eoil Through the ^Bmyears and ^F#mall the c^Dhanges Still theres ^F#mno p^Elace like ^Dhome

^DI was born an ^F#mAmerican ^Dand though I've grow(i)n ^Eold Through the ^Bmyears and ^F#mall the c^Dhanges Still theres ^F#mno p^Elace like ^Dhome and I will ^Edie an ^F#mAmerican