(same chords)
You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle
20 Dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama
You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow
Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's
[Chorus]
A C#m
Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem
D A
But you fell in love 'cause to you she was like a supermodel
F#m E D A
And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway, it ain't no problem
A C#m
You make somethin' out of nothin', you make money for a livin'
D A
Pushin' buttons, stickin' digits, flippin' burgers in the kitchen
F#m E
With the vision, you've been dreamin', you've been savin', you've been given nothin' but shit
D A
But you take it 'cause you're patient in this prison
A C#m
Fuck everybody visitin', it ain't them who gotta live in this skin
D A
With all these tattoos that you got, it fuckin' offends them
F#m E
If it's you that I'm speakin' to, you must be my extension
D A A
I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it, Slumerican
[Bridge]
C#m D A
Oh sweet sounds of American you
F#m E D A
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
A C#m D A
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
F#m E D A
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
F#m E D A
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too