Americas Son

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I had a local watch, the work over
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Livin' into empty room, three stories at no sky
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Takin' back to that night I was there
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It was just a count on the lo- -lo some- -thing I don't get
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Yeah, I swore that night, I'll never come back home
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Now big fire by myself held you on the road

      D                                 G
And a field ever wet guidin' low stone, top of the hill to the valley below
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And here every step fallen' from high to low
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I'm from a place of mountain nobody goes and field far roll where cotton grows
    Bm           A               G    A
And live on life species I could run, yeah, I'm a America's son

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D                               Em  F#   G
I could still remember, callin' her name
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I wonder, after 10 long years, if she still looks the same
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As me by the heavens, live still relaxin'
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Beside, tune my truck a- round and wad things out instead
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In a herd scene don't know and go
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Where she is right now, better off, I don't know

      D                                 G
And a field ever wet guidin' low stone, top of the hill to the valley below
    Bm              A                        G
And here every step fallen' from high to low
           D                                       G
I'm from a place of mountain nobody goes and field far roll where cotton grows
    Bm           A               G    A
And live on life species I could run, yeah, I'm a America's son

D    D     Em  F#   G    G  Yeah, I'm a America's   Bm son   A    G    A

      D                                 G
And a field ever wet guidin' low stone, top of the hill to the valley below
    Bm              A                        G
And here every step fallen' from high to low
           D                                       G
I'm from a place of mountain nobody goes and field far roll where cotton grows
    Bm           A               G    A
And live on life species I could run, yeah, I'm a America's son
D Em F# G
Yeah, I'm a America's son
Bm A G
Yeah, I'm a America's son
D Em F# G                     Bm
Yeah, I'm a America's son x repeat to fade -----

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