An American By Gods Amazing Grace Tabulatur von Luke Stricklin

(Intro) 
 
(Verse 1) 
D                     Cadd9 
  Bottom of my boots, sure are gettin worn, 
G                                   D      
  An there's a lot a holes, in this faded uniform, 
D                                    Cadd9 
  My hands are black with dirt__ and so is my face, 
G                                  D             
  I aint ever been to hell, but it couldn't be any worse than this place, 
D                                Cadd9 
  Tell my wife don't worry cause I know what to do, 
G                                          D 
  It makes her feel better sometimes but I don't know if it's true, 
D                       Cadd9 
  I know if I die, it's just my time to go, 
G                                 D 
  But I pray to God everyday that I make it back home, 
 
(Chorus)   
A                                      Cadd9 
  Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad, 
G                                                   D 
  You quit worryin bout what you aint got an thank God for what you have, 
A                             Cadd9 
  Cause I could be raisin' my family in this place,  
G                               G                   D     Cadd9      G 
  But I was born an american___, by God's amazing grace, 
 
G - F - D 
 
(Verse 2)* 
For the last twelve months, I've had a new address. 
The neighborhood smells like sewage, and the streets are lined with trash. 
You never know what's gonna be the next thing to explode, 
but unlike these people, I have another home. 
It breaks my heart to see these kids out on the streets 
walking barefoot through the trash, diggin for something to eat. 
I give them what I got, just to let them know I care 
and I thank God it's not my son that's standing there 
 
 
(Repeat Chorus) 
 
 
(Verse 3) 
D                                Cadd9 
  If you wanna talk about it you better keep it short, 
G                                  D 
  Cause I got a lot a lost time, I gotta make up for, 
D                                   Cadd9 
  I really don't care why Bush went in-to Iraq, 
G                                  D 
  I know what I done there an' I'm damn sure proud a that, 
D                                   Cadd9 
  If you got somethin' bad to say about the U.S.A., 
G 
  You better save it for different ears unless you wanna crawl to pay 
D                                      Cadd9 
  An' I'll laugh in your face when you say you've got it bad, 
G                                     D 
  Until you spent some time on the streets of Bahgdad, 
 
(Chorus) 
A                                      Cadd9 
  Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad, 
G                                                   D 
  You quit worryin bout what you aint got an thank God for what you've had, 
A                                 Cadd9 
  Cause you could be raisin' your family in this place,  
G                                  G                    D        Cadd9      G        
  But you were born an american___,  by God's amazing grace____, 
 
G - F - D 
 
* same as first verse