An American By God's Amazing Grace

(Intro)

(Verse 1)
D                     Cadd9
  Bottom of my boots, sure are gettin worn,
G                                   D
  An there's a lot a holes, in this faded uniform,
D                                    Cadd9
  My hands are black with dirt__ and so is my face,
G                                  D
  I aint ever been to hell, but it couldn't be any worse than this place,
D                                Cadd9
  Tell my wife don't worry cause I know what to do,
G                                          D
  It makes her feel better sometimes but I don't know if it's true,
D                       Cadd9
  I know if I die, it's just my time to go,
G                                 D
  But I pray to God everyday that I make it back home,

(Chorus)
A                                      Cadd9
  Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad,
G                                                   D
  You quit worryin bout what you aint got an thank God for what you have,
A                             Cadd9
  Cause I could be raisin' my family in this place,
G                               G                   D     Cadd9      G
  But I was born an american___, by God's amazing grace,

G - F - D

(Verse 2)*
For the last twelve months, I've had a new address.
The neighborhood smells like sewage, and the streets are lined with trash.
You never know what's gonna be the next thing to explode,
but unlike these people, I have another home.
It breaks my heart to see these kids out on the streets
walking barefoot through the trash, diggin for something to eat.
I give them what I got, just to let them know I care
and I thank God it's not my son that's standing there

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
D                                Cadd9
  If you wanna talk about it you better keep it short,
G                                  D
  Cause I got a lot a lost time, I gotta make up for,
D                                   Cadd9
  I really don't care why Bush went in-to Iraq,
G                                  D
  I know what I done there an' I'm damn sure proud a that,
D                                   Cadd9
  If you got somethin' bad to say about the U.S.A.,
G
  You better save it for different ears unless you wanna crawl to pay
D                                      Cadd9
  An' I'll laugh in your face when you say you've got it bad,
G                                     D
  Until you spent some time on the streets of Bahgdad,

(Chorus)
A                                      Cadd9
  Well when you've seen what I've seen things don't seem so bad,
G                                                   D
  You quit worryin bout what you aint got an thank God for what you've had,
A                                 Cadd9
  Cause you could be raisin' your family in this place,
G                                  G                    D        Cadd9      G
  But you were born an american___,  by God's amazing grace____,

G - F - D

* same as first verse