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American Without Tears

Elvis Costello
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Outside  in New Orleans the heat  was almost frightening
 But  my hotel room as usual  was freezing and  unkind
 On  TV they prosecute anyone  who's exciting
 So  I put on my overcoat and  went down to  find
 In  Revlon and Crimpelene they  captured my heart
 To  the strain of a piano and  a cocktail murderess
 She  was singing that "It's Too Late",  I agreed with that  part
 For  two English girls who had  changed their address
 ]
 Now  it seems we've been crying  for years and for years
 Now  I don't speak any English, just  American without  tears
 Just  American without  tears
 One had been a beauty queen and the other was her friend
 They had known rogues and rascals and showbiz impresarios
 While the boys were licking Hitler they had something to defend
 >From men armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
 By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
 And returned into the dancehall she knew he was the one
 Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
 "I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"
 At  a dock in Southampton full of  tearful  goodbyes
 Newsreel  commentators said "Cheerio,  G.I.  brides"
 Soon  they'll be finding the cold  facts and lies
 New  words for suspenders and young  girls backsides
 Now  I'm in America and  running from  you
 Like  my grandfather before me walked  the streets of  New York
 And  I think of all the women I  pretend mean more than  you
 When  I open my mouth and  I can't seem  to talk
 Now  it seems we've been crying  for years and for years
 
 Now  I don't speak any  English just American without tears

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Readable chord sheet for American Without Tears by Elvis Costello

O[G]utside in New Orleans the he[C]at was almost fr[G]ightening

B[G]ut my hotel room as usual[A] was freezing an[D]d unkind

O[G]n TV they prosecute an[C]yone who's ex[G]citing

S[G]o I put on my overcoat a[D]nd went down t[G]o find

I[G]n Revlon and Crimpelene they[C] captured my [G]heart

T[G]o the strain of a piano a[A]nd a cocktail [D]murderess

S[G]he was singing that "It's Too Lat[C]e", I agreed with [G]that part

F[G]or two English girls who ha[D]d changed their a[G]ddress

]

N[C]ow it seems we've been crying[G] for years and for years

N[Em]ow I don't speak any English, j[C]ust American witho[G]ut tears

J[C]ust American witho[G]ut tears

One had been a beauty queen and the other was her friend
They had known rogues and rascals and showbiz impresarios
While the boys were licking Hitler they had something to defend
>From men armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dancehall she knew he was the one
Though he wasn't tall or handsome she laughed when he told her
"I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham and this is Little John"

A[A]t a dock in Southampton full [D]of tearfu[A]l goodbyes

N[A]ewsreel commentators said "Chee[B]rio, G.I.[E] brides"

S[A]oon they'll be finding the co[D]ld facts and lie[A]s

N[A]ew words for suspenders and youn[E]g girls bac[A]ksides

N[A]ow I'm in America an[D]d running from[A] you

L[A]ike my grandfather before me walke[B]d the streets of[E] New York

A[A]nd I think of all the women I[D] pretend mean more th[A]an you

W[A]hen I open my mouth a[E]nd I can't seem[A] to talk

N[D]ow it seems we've been crying[A] for years and for years

 [F#m] [barre it]
N[D]ow I don't speak a[A]ny English just American without tears

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