American Made

Pretty simple for most of the song. Four counts of , and two counts of A. The last line of each Chorus and verse is Four counts The last if you like the sound of the bass walkup. There's room for interpretation. Intro x4 Here's the little lead riff in the beginning Eb|--------------------------------------------------------------| Bb|--------------------------------------------------------------| Gb|----7---6--4-----------------7--7-6--4------------------------| Db|-------------7---5--4------------------7--5---5--4------------| Ab|-----------------------7-5--------------------------7-5-------| Eb|--------------------------------------------------------------|2x (verse 1) Well down in Panama city, they perfected the art of the tan. And those Oklahoma girls, they sure know how to call it Heartland Oooh, and up in Seattle, boy they'll have you prayin' for rain And those Tempe, Arizona women will have you beggin' for shade And from that Valley girl talk to that Southern Belle drawl Oh my God, Hey hey y'all My girl, she's American Made (raised right here in the U.S.A.) Yeah my girl, she's American Made, (hotter than an Independence July day) She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game My girl, she's American Made (verse 2) Well there's a Tennessee girl who will always have a place in my heart And those Broadway beauties, they sure know how to play their parts Louisiana ladies got a mojo that'll make you wanna stay Yeah, but there's a city full of angels, always waiting on me home in L. A. I can hang down in Texas, while them girls sing along Living on Lonestar beer and Pat Green songs My girl, she's American Made (raised right here in the U.S.A.) Yeah my girl, she's American Made, (hotter than an Independence July day) She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game (To Instrumental) My girl, she's American Made (Instrumental) x2 (Outro) She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game! My girl, she's American Made Yeah, my girl is American Ma-a-a-de My girl, (raised right here in the U.S.A.) Getting knee deep in that Alabama red clay My girl, (raised right here in the U.S.A.) Oh, and up in Indiana, man, rollin' in the hay (Raised right here in the U.S.A.) And over in Hawaii you can find yourself a lei (Raised right here in the U.S.A.) She's got a tattoo on her a-- that says USDA (Raised right here in the U.S.A.)