Intro Am

I’m Am going to a town that has already been burnt D7 down
I’m G going to a place that has already been dis-Cmaj7 graced
I’m Am/F# gonna see some folks who have already been let B7 down
I’m so tired of A-Em merica Em

I’m Am gonna make it up for all of The Sunday D7 Times
I’m G gonna make it up for all of the nursery Cmaj7 rhymes
They Am/F# never really seem to want to tell the B7 truth
I’m so tired of you, A-Em merica

Making my Am own way Em home,
Ain’t gonna Am be a-Em lone
I’ve got a Am life to F# lead, A-B7 merica

I’ve got a Am life to lead

Am (Tell me) Do you really think you go to hell for having D7 loved?
(Tell me) E-G nough of thinking everything that you’ve done is Cmaj7 good
(I really need to know) After Am/F# soaking the body of Jesus Christ in B7 blood
I’m so tired of A-Em merica Em … (I really need to know)

I Am may just never see you again, or might as D7 well
You G took advantage of a world that loved you Cmaj7 well
I’m Am/F# going to a town that has already been burnt B7 down
I’m so tired of you, A-Em merica

Making my Am own way Em home,
Ain’t gonna Am be a-Em lone
I’ve got a Am life to F# lead, A-B7 merica

I’ve got a Am life to G lead
I got a G soul to Dm feed
I got a Dm dream to E heed
And that’s F all B7 I Em need

Making my Am own way G home,
Ain’t gonna G be a-Dm lone
I’m going Dm to a E town
That has C al-F# rea-B dy
Em been burnt down