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Lost In America

Edwin Mccain
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D-DU-UDU
 Oh well I’ve made  a small fortune selling used cars
 And its buried  out back in a cookie jar
 I raise  a toast to senior escabar
 For giving  me a pot to piss  in
 Well I ran a little scam until ninety two
 Now I’m hanging round here for something to do
 I just keep talking till I’m blue
 To anyone who’ll listen
 Yes we’re lost  in America
 And this land  we’re so  proud of
 We’ve got the cars,  the girls, the  money,
 the drugs to get  you out of your rut
 Yes we’re lost  in America
 She got a brand new lease on an Escalade
 And a bumper sticker about a whale to save
 And she burning up gas like they gave it away
 At least her kid’s on the honor roll
 She got a handful of pills to improve her mood
 Liposuction, big fake boobs
 Got a Mexican maid that brings the food
 The birdcage made of gold
I’m  dropping out
 And I’m  quitting this game
 Yes I’m washing  my feet, I  turn off my phone, changing  my name, Hitting  the road
Don’t  really know where  I’m gonna go, but  I’m getting the hell out of here

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Readable chord sheet for Lost In America by Edwin Mccain

[G] [C] [G] [C]

Oh well I’ve [G]made a small fortune selling used cars
And its [C]buried out back in a cookie jar
I [Em]raise a toast to senior escabar
For [C]giving me a pot to [D]piss in

Well I ran a little scam until ninety two
Now I’m hanging round here for something to do
I just keep talking till I’m blue
To anyone who’ll listen

Yes we’re [Em]lost in [D]Americ[C]a
And this [Em]land we’re [D]so proud [C]of
We’ve got the [Em]cars, the girls, the[D] money,
the drugs to [C]get you out of your [A]rut
Yes we’re [C]lost in [D]America [G]

She got a brand new lease on an Escalade
And a bumper sticker about a whale to save
And she burning up gas like they gave it away
At least her kid’s on the honor roll

She got a handful of pills to improve her mood
Liposuction,  big fake boobs
Got a Mexican maid that brings the food
The birdcage made of gold

[Am]I’m dropping [D]out
And [Am]I’m quitting this [D]game
Yes I’m w[C]ashing my feet, [G/B]I turn off my phone, [Em]changing my name, [G/Bb]Hitting the road
[C]Don’t really know [G/B]where I’m gonna go, b[C]ut I’m getting the hell out of [D]here

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