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American By God's Amazing Grace by Luke Stricklin








      American By God's Amazing Grace







 
[Verse 1]
D                  C
Bottom of my boots sure are gettin' worn
G                                D
   there's a lot of holes in this faded uniform 
D                                C
My hands are black with dirt and so is my face           
G                                              D
   I aint never been to hell but it couldn't be any worse than this place. 
D                               C
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                    C
I know if I die it's just my time to go  
G                                   D
    but I pray to God every day that I make it back home. 
 
[Chorus]
Am                                C
Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad 
G                                            D
   quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have 
Am                           C                    G
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place    but I was born an American 
G (strum 1x)              D
     by Gods Amazing Grace.
 
[Verse 2]
D                              C
For the last twelve months I've had a new address 
G
   the neighborhood smells like sewage 
        D
and the streets are lined with trash. 
D                               C
You never know what's gonna be the next thing to explode 
G                          D
   but unlike these people, I have another home.
D                            C
It breaks my heart to see these kids out on the streets
G                                  D
   walking barefoot through the trash, beggin' for something to eat.
D                            C
I give them what I got, just to let them know I care 
G                           D
   and I thank God it's not my son that's standing there. 
 
[Chorus]
Am                                C
Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad 
G                                            D
   quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have 
Am                        C                    G
'Cause I could be raising my family in this place    but I was born an American 
G (strum 1x)      D
     by Gods Amazing Grace.
 
[Bridge]
D C G D  2X as strummed in the verses.
 
[Verse 3]
D                           C
You want to talk about it, you better keep it short cause 
G                        D
   I got a lot of lost time I gotta make up for. 
D                           C
Really don't care why Bush went in to Iraq 
G                                  D
   I know what I've done there and I'm damn sure proud of that. 
D                         C
You got somethin' bad to say about the USA 
G                                     D
   you better save it for different ears 'less you want to crawl away. 
D                                 C
And I'll laugh in your face when you say you've got it bad 
G                                      D
   and tell you to spend some time on the streets of Baghdad 
 
[Chorus]
Am                                C
Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad 
G                                            D
   quit worrying 'bout what you aint got, thank God for what you have 
Am                            C                    G
'Cause you could be raising your family in this place    but you were born an American 
G (strum 1x)      D
     by Gods Amazing Grace.
 
[Outro]
Finish the C G strum pattern and figure out the walk down.
I am not that good but I think it is
G C D









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version 2 







(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










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