Uh-merica chords

Uh-merica

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E                                              Am
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun, la, la, la
E                                              Am
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even know I owned one la, la, la
C                                                               
Somewhere between the cobblestone floor 
                      G  
and the slated wooden ceiling la, la, la
Am                                           E
Cuddling my semi-automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling la la la
Am          C            G                    E      Am
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

C          G
Uh-merica, Uh-merica
Am         E
Uh-merica, Uh- merica
Am          C            G                    E      Am
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun.


Oh we're born alone and then we're covered by m-m-m-mother's kisses
The mind has already forgotten what the body still misses
Somewhere between the sticky floor and the cracks in the ceiling
Cuddling my semi automatic, what a very fuzzy feeling
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

Uh-merica, Uh-merica
Uh-merica, Uh- merica
Oh, there's nothing like emptying a cartridge at the sun

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