American Child Phil Vassar
Intro: D/F# Em G A | 2x
I was [G]ten, I was [D/F#]thin, I was pl[Em]aying first [D]base
with a [G]secondhand[D/F#] glove and [Em]dirt on my [A]face
In [G]nowhere, V[D/F#]irginia
[Em]Who'd ever [D/F#]figure that [C]kid in the [G]yard would [A]go very far
It was [G]419 [D/F#]Lakewood , had [Em]no silver[A]spoons
Just an [G]old beat up[D/F#] upright that [Em]played out of [A]tune
Now I'm [G]singin' and[D/F#] living the [Em]life that [A]I love
And when [C]I count my [G]blessings I thank God I [A]was
An A[D]merican [Em]chi[G]ld[A]
An A[D]merican [Em]chi[G]ld[A]
'Cause [Bm]dreams can grow w[A]ild
Born in[G]side an A[A]merica[D]n child
Seven pounds, three ounces, she's got my nose
And she's into my heart as deep as it goes
With a promise that's more than just someone's last name
Anyone's equal, in late August came
An American child
(Chorus)
Instrumental: Bm F#m Em A
[Bm] [F#m] [Em] [A]
[Bm] [F#m] [Em] [A]
[D/F#] [G] [A]
(Bridge)
My [Bm]grandfather [F]would have been [C]eighty [F]today
But [Bm]in '45 he [A]fell down beside an A[D]merican [Em]chi[G]ld[A]
(Chorus)
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