Ezra Furman – American Soil (Guitar)

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[Intro] F# [Verse 1]

        F#
There's something in the water

          B                           F#
Something sick in the blood and the oil

See the white chicken grinning

        B                       F#
See the serpent in a horrible coil

[Pre-Chorus]

           B
Don't be scared by the stares

Of the peasants on the subway car

            F#                     E
Because the way things seem in a dream

            B              F#
Is just the way that they are

[Chorus]

           C#                   B
When I can feel God taking his eyes off you

         G#        B       F#
You were born for American soil

 B     F# B
Oh yes

[Verse 2]

       F#
Every race has its place

      B                             F#
Every nation fights for species survival

I'm a Jew through and through

     B                        F#
And I'm about to write you a Bible

[Pre-Chorus]

           B
Now let me take your hand and show you through

The twisted hallways of the house of song

           F#
We got the magazine wallpaper

        E              B             F#
And the million dollar bills on the lawn

[Chorus]

             C#                  B
Oh and I can feel God taking his eyes off us

        G#        B       F#
We were born for American soil

 B   F#  B       F#
Oh, oh, oh, whoo

[Verse 3]

           F#
You don't have to be clever

     B                    F#
To detect a big American sadness

When the population rules

      B                        F#
Every man has his hand in the madness

[Pre-Chorus]

                B
Well, there's a dead grove of trees

You can visit on the outside of town

              F#
And there's a digital dust

           E        B         F#
Inside the cemetery settling down

[Chorus]

                C#                  B
Whoo, and I can feel God taking his eyes off us

        G#        B       F#
We were born for American soil

B    F# B
  Ahh

[Verse 4]

                  F#
Well, now we have seen every baby

       B                           F#
Has to have some kinda mother and father

          F#
But the child's gone wild

        B                         F#
And the pieces got away from the author

[Pre-Chorus]

           B
Well, if freedom isn't free

All the bills must just be lost in the mail

        F#
All the highways are on fire

        E              B           F#
And the serpent is now eating his tail

[Chorus]

           C#                  B
And we can feel God taking his eyes off us

        G#        B       F#
We were born for American soil

  B    F#   B    F# B      F#
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh,   whoo

[Outro] B