America
Vigilantes of Love
V.O.L. (originally from The Killing Floor)
©1992 Fingerprint Records
Lyrics By Bill Mallonee 
From    Jon King augosaid.u.t.s.j@juno.com
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Intro:
F Dm C Bb F (2x)


Verse 1
F        Dm       C           Bb
America, america, my dad sure believed in you
    F                                  C
said, "a man's gotta do what he's gotta do"
F                      Dm            C                    F              


got his degree at your diploma barn, he was the first kid off the farm
     Bb                           C
gonna change the world with chemistry.
      F    C     Bb          F   C   Bb             F Dm C Am Bb C
But I know he'll do what you ask him to, for america.


Buy a new house with a tailored front yard, run up all the credit cards,
there's more where that came from - it's a cinchI knew by the age of six
I'd never make a scientist when I saw the price you paid in their
trenches.
But I know he'll do what you ask him to, for america.


They cut the mornings of your sacred ship, pushed her out and they let
her drift then the business wind changed unannounced. Brought a new
friend home to watch tv, to help ya' deal with the anxiety she measured
out her love in ounces yea, I've seen you do what she asked you to, for
america.


I remember standing 'round in a vacant corner of some play ground hoping
we would get you back dying to make contact...contact...contactwith
america


And now I struggle to pretend and fill the gaping holes in remember all
you did. Looking back to take inventory to put the best construction on
the story and I'm now writing for my kids. 'Cause I know you'll do what
they ask you to, for america.


America, America, God shed your grace in his lonely heart this evening.
And if he falls asleep tonight, gather him and hold him tight and help me
with this grieving. 'Cause I know he'd do what you ask him to, I salute
you.
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That's it, sorry im to lazy to lay out every verse the way it should be
with the chords.