Db                                                             Ab
Somewhere between the cobbled stone floor and the slated wooden ceiling

Bbm                                           F
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling

X-(Slide F to F#)
Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Db
There’s nothing like

F                    F# F    Bb *(Bbm sounds good too)
emptying a cartridge at the sun

***CHORUS TIME: Scream the UH's and strum the 'mericas'
then mute chord on the very next UH***

   Db        Ab        Bbm       F        X-(slide F to F#)
Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica...ohhh-oh-oh

        Db           F                    F#  F  Bb             
There’s nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun


F
Oh we’re born alone and then we’re

                             X-(Slide F to F#)
covered with our m-m-mothers kisses (la la la)

F                                               X-(Slide F to F#)
The mind has already forgot what the body still misses

Db                                                       Ab
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling

Bbm                                           F
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling

X-(Slide F to F#)
Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh

Db
There’s nothing like

F                    F# F    Bb
emptying a cartridge at the sun

   Db        Ab        Bbm       F        X-(slide F to F#)
Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica Uh-merica...ohhh-oh-oh

        Db           F                    F#  F  Bb             
There’s nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun



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