American Made

	  		Pretty simple for most of the song. Four counts of D, two counts of G, and two counts of A. 
The last line of each Chorus and verse is Four counts Bm, Four counts, A, four counts G, four counts A 

The last G-A in each phrase or w/e could be G/B and A can be A/C# if you like the sound of the bass walkup. 
There's room for interpretation.  

Intro 

D  G A x4 




(verse 1) 
D                         G                  A          D    G A 
Well down in Panama city, they perfected the art of the tan. 
D                         G                     A       D         G A 
And those Oklahoma girls, they sure know how to call it Heartland 
D                         G                  A          D       G A 
Oooh, and up in Seattle, boy they'll have you prayin' for rain 
D                         G                  A          D       G A 
And those Tempe, Arizona women will have you beggin' for shade 
Bm                                     A         
And from that Valley girl talk to that Southern Belle drawl 
G          A 
Oh my God, Hey hey y'all 



   D    G    A          D                              G   A 
My girl, she's American Made (raised right here in the U.S.A.) 
        D    G    A          D                                  G    A 
Yeah my girl, she's American Made, (hotter than an Independence July day) 
        Bm           A                     G                  A 
She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game 
   D    G     A         D     G A  
My girl, she's American Made 



(verse 2) 
D                                      G             A           D    G  A  
Well there's a Tennessee girl who will always have a place in my heart 
          D                       G                A          D    G  A                      
And those Broadway beauties, they sure know how to play their parts 
D                      G         A                 D    G  A 
Louisiana ladies got a mojo that'll make you wanna stay 
                    D                      G    A                        D     G A 
Yeah, but there's a city full of angels, always waiting on me home in L. A. 
      Bm                              A 
I can hang down in Texas, while them girls sing along 
          G                 A 
Living on Lonestar beer and Pat Green songs 



   D    G    A          D                              G   A 
My girl, she's American Made (raised right here in the U.S.A.) 
        D    G    A          D                                  G    A 
Yeah my girl, she's American Made, (hotter than an Independence July day) 
        Bm           A                     G                  A 
She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a football game 
   D    G     A      
  
 (To Instrumental) 
My girl, she's American Made 


(Instrumental) 
D  G A x2 

Bm A G A 


(Outro) 
          Bm           A                   G                  A 
She loves flag flying, hot apple pie, cold beer at a baseball game! 
   D                    D   G  A 
My girl, she's American Made 
         D    G  A        D        G  A  
Yeah, my girl is American Ma-a-a-de 
   D                               G   A  
My girl, (raised right here in the U.S.A.) 
D                            G        A 
Getting knee deep in that Alabama red clay 
   D                               G   A  
My girl, (raised right here in the U.S.A.) 
        D                   G              A 
Oh, and up in Indiana, man, rollin' in the hay 
D                               G   A  
(Raised right here in the U.S.A.) 
    D                      G               A 
And over in Hawaii you can find yourself a lei 
D                               G   A  
(Raised right here in the U.S.A.) 
D                                       G A 
She's got a tattoo on her a-- that says USDA 
D                               G   A  
(Raised right here in the U.S.A.) 

Bm A D