Cifras
American Tradition

Tono: D

Introducción:

dificultad
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      D  F#mE  A(2x)  
verse 1
D                                                                 F#m                         E                                         A  
He wants to lift weights                    like a fighter
D                                                                 F#m                            E                                      A  
We put the medals                                      on the wall
D                                                                 F#m                              E                                    A  
        In the room of                                      starving vultures
D                                                                 F#m                                      E                            A  
        Gold trophies,                                      he got ?em all
verse 2
D                                                                 F#m                                 E                                 A  
He wants to be just                                 like his father
D                                                                 F#m                         E                                         A  
We play the knife game                         on the table
D                                                                 F#m                              E                                    A  
I bleed to death, it                              doesn't matter
D                                                                 F#m                                              E                    A  
        Cuz my baby,                                            he's still the winner
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
                        Things don?t go like they should
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
                        Things don?t go like they should
verse 3
D                                                                 F#m                              E                                    A  
Sleep on the carpet                                 through the night
D                                                                 F#m                 E                                                 A  
We're living off a                                    TV dinner
D                                                                 F#m                    E                                              A  
Hanging me up by                                         his gold chain
D                                                                 F#m                            E                                      A  
He used to be a                                            hockey player
verse 4
D                                                                 F#m                            E                                      A  
I used to be a                                              figure skater
D                                                                 F#m                                 E                                 A  
Cutting my leg                                              with the blade
D                                                                 F#m                      E                                            A  
     In the blue and                                      red arena
D                                                                 F#m                                    E                              A  
Trying to pretend                                      we're the same
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
                        Things don?t go like they should
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
He holds me in his arms but it?s no good
          D                                                                                    F#m      E  
                        Things don?t go like they should