Cifras
American Hearts

Tono: C

Introducción:

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                             C                    G  
we were raised by wolves
          C                                 F  
and we are still wild
                                                        Am                              G  
and we howl when the troubled wind blows
                                C                         G  
and in the tv's blue light
                C                                    F  
Oh assassins will lie
                                          Am                      G  
if we will just going down slow
          F                                 Am  
so don't tread on me
          G                            C  
for i am your brother
                  F                              Am                    G  
i was born with an american heart
          F                                    Am  
and don't tread on her
             G                                 C  
for she is your sister
                                                        Am                 G  
she was born with an american heart
                                  C                      G  
and all the people you meet
C                            F  
down in the streets
                                                        Am                         G  
may be good but they don't wanna know
                     C                            G  
so they cover their eyes
             C                                    F  
for who wants to be sad
                                                        Am                              G  
life is sweet on the bottom of the sea
                     C                              G  
and the mothers will cry
C                                                 F  
fathers stay up all night
                                                     Am                         G  
with a chill that goes to the bones
                  C                                    G  
and if your god makes war
                     C                         F  
then he's no god i know
                                                             Am                            G  
for christ would not send boys to die
                          C                         G  
don't you get low as hell
                          C                                 F  
when the peace dove is filled
                                                Am                         G  
By a man with the blackest of minds
             C                    G  
and above the den
                     C                 G  
let the sighing begin
                        Am                                                            G  
as we're bound for the longest of roads