Phil Vassar

I was ^G ten, I was ^D/F# thin, I was pl ^Em aying first ^D base
with a ^G secondhand ^D/F# glove and ^Em dirt on my ^A face
In ^G nowhere, V ^D/F# irginia
^Em Who'd ever ^D/F# figure that ^C kid in the ^G yard would ^A go very far
It was ^G 419 ^D/F# Lakewood , had ^Em no silver ^A spoons
Just an ^G old beat up ^D/F# upright that ^Em played out of ^A tune
Now I'm ^G singin' and ^D/F# living the ^Em life that ^A I love
And when ^C I count my ^G blessings I thank God I ^A was
An A ^D merican ^Em chi ^G ld ^A
An A ^D merican ^Em chi ^G ld ^A
'Cause ^Bm dreams can grow w ^A ild
Born in ^G side an A ^A merica ^D n child
Seven pounds, three ounces, she's got my nose
And she's into my heart as deep as it goes
With a promise that's more than just someone's last name
Anyone's equal, in late August came
An American child
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Instrumental: Bm F#m Em A
^{D/F# G A}
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My ^Bm grandfather ^F would have been ^C eighty ^F today
But ^Bm in '45 he ^A fell down beside an A ^D merican ^Em chi ^G ld ^A
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