Intro
 
C, Dm, F, G (4x) 
 
Verse
 
C 
They pulled in just behind the fridge 
       Dm 
He lays her down-he frowns 
F 
"Gee my life's a funny thing 
     G 
Am I still too young" 
C 
He kissed her then and there 
             Dm 
She took his ring, took his babies 
    F 
It took him minutes, took her nowhere 
G 
Heaven knows she'dve taken anything 
 
Chorus
 
F    G 
All night-she want s the young American 
C                Dm 
Young American, young American 
 
she wants the young American 
      F  G 
It's all right-but she wants the young American 
 
Verse
 
C 
Scanning life thru the picture window 
Dm 
She finds the slinky vagabond 
F 
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang 
G 
Heaven forbid she'll take anything 
C 
But the freak and his type-all for nothing 
Dm 
Misses a step and cuts his hand 
F 
Showing nothing he swoops like a song 
G 
She cries "where have all papa's heroes gone?" 
 
Chorus
 
F    G 
All night-she want s the young American 
C                Dm 
Young American, young American 
 
she wants the young American 
      F  G 
It's all right-but she wants the young American 
 
Verse
 
C 
All the way from Washington 
Dm 
He breadwinner begs of the bathroom floor 
F 
"Live for just these twenty years 
G 
Do we have to die for the fifty more?" 
 
Chorus
 
F    G 
All night-she want s the young American 
C               Dm 
Young American, young American 
 
she wants the young American 
      F  G 
It's all right-but she wants the young American 
 
Interlude
 
Am  G  F  G 
 
Bridge
 
Am               G      C      
Do you remember your President Nixon? 
Am              G            F 
So you remember the bills you have to pay 
            E 
or even yesterday? 
 
break 
 
D  G(ii)  G(iii)  D(ii)  A(ii) 
 
Verse
 
D 
Have you been the un-American 
Em 
Just you and your id singing falsetto 'bout 
G 
leather, leather everywhere and 
A 
not a myth left from the Ghetto 
D 
Well, well, well would you carry a razor? 
Em 
In case, just in case of depression 
G 
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors 
A 
Blushing at all the afro-sheeners 
D 
Ain't that close to love? 
Em 
Ein't that poster love? 
G 
Well it ain't that brbie doll 
A 
Her hearts have been broken just like you 
 
Chorus
 
G   A 
All night-you want  the young American 
D                    Em 
Young American, young American 
 
you want the young American 
      G     A 
It's all right-you want the young American 
 
 Verse
 
D 
You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler 
Em 
Pimps got a Caddy-lady got a Chrysler 
G 
Black's got respect-white's got his soul train 
A 
Mama's got cramps and look at your hands hey 
D 
"I heard the news today, oh boy" 
Em 
I got-suite and you got defeat 
G 
Ain't there a man-who could say no more 
A 
Ain't there a woman-I can sock on the jaw 
D 
Ain't there a child-I can hold without judging 
Em 
Ain't there a pen-that will write before they die 
G 
Ain't you proud-that you've still got faces 
A 
and ain't there one damn song  that can make me 
 
break down and cry... 
 
Chorus
 
G  A 
All night-you want  the young American 
D                      Em 
Young American, young American 
 
you want the young American 
    G   A 
It's all right-you want the young American 
 
Here is a David Bowie song I tried to figure out the other day and this is  
what I came up with. I am not sure I got everything correct. The G might 
be a Gsus4 or something similar. Help me out here. Corrections are welcome! 
 
C         
They pulled in just behind the fridge  
G 
He laid her down - he frowns 
Dm 
Gee my life's a funny thing 
F 
Am I still too young 
C 
He kissed then and there 
G 
She took his ring took his babies 
Dm 
It him minutes took her nowhere 
F 
Heaven knows she'd've taken anything 
 
Em     F#m 
All night - she wants the young American 
Em          F#m 
It's all right - but she wants the young American