Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

If i had a cinder block for every lie i told

we could have build us a house fine as any city block

to keep us out of the cold,

  cause the winters long longer in this shitty town,

  with the gas can rusting down the street

 and the cherry trees and evry boom box playing loud

 we sing along we sing till dawn just one more american song

john was a quiet boy in school johnny with the fiery red hair

he went to the army like a lot of them do

and he got fucked up over that

and if you see him now he pushs a shopping car in the parking lot

if you call him he don't hear a thing

the call him john the priest john the king of bottle talk

priest of porn his war's still on it's just one more american song

there's a place i heard about, once...a place called union street

a place on high a place where we could all be one

it sounded pretty good to me

 and aint no gasoline gonna take us back that way again

when the years have rusted out our fence

when our jeans were torn and we were all the best of friends

and the music .......(???)

i can hear that band they're near at hand

and I really hope it's not the wind again, Oh no

it don't belong boys cause something's gone, one more american song

don't be long boys, I'm hanging on to for just one more american song

it's been too long boys, somethings gone , one more american song