Cifras
American Tradition

Tom: D

Introdução:

      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