Tono: B
Introducción:
Bm G
MAN: Oh, it's six o'clock and it's time to rock
Em Am Em
And me head is beatin' like a drum
Em G Bm
In the cold day light, ah I feel like shite
G C Em
And I can't remember last night's fun
G D G
Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys
G Bm Am C
Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
G Em D Bm
And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night
Em Am Em
Instead of drinkin' in America
Em D Bm
Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls
G Em
And I mix cement by the ton
Em D Bm
With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout
C Am Em
Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun
G D G
Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road
G Am
Did she mean what she said last night
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
WOMAN: On me way downtown, I think of that clown
Em Am Em
And the things that he said last night
Em D Bm
Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk
Bm Am Em
Oh, I must look a terrible sight
G D G
Put me makeup on as I watch the sun
G Bm Am C
Rise high over Fordham Road
Em D Bm
BOTH: Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
G Am Em
Livin' in America
Em D Bm
WOMAN: Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess
Am Em
And the yuppies are networkin' again
Em D G
Kiss their darlin's goodbye, "Oh, we'll be late tonight
G Em
But we should be home by eleven"
G D G
Oh, me little dears dry up your tears
G Am C
BOTH: Your parents are too busy makin' money
Em D Bm
Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
Em Am Em
Livin' in America
C D
MAN: Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek
C D
In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat
Em C
No sick days or benefits and for Christ's sake don't get hurt
Em
The quacks over here won't patch you up
Em
Unless they see the bucks upfront
C D
WOMAN: Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk
C D
Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house
A C
BOTH: Is this what I've been educated for
C D
To wipe the arse of every baby in America?
Em D Bm
MAN: Now the day is done, take the subway home
Em Am Em
Squashed up like some sardine in a can
Em D
In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam
Am D Em
'Til I'm feelin' half myself again
G D G
If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright
G Bm Am
Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained
Em D Bm
And if she takes a chance, she might find romance
C Am Em G
Now she's livin' in America
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