Bruce Springsteen - American Land tab

Bruce Springsteen - American Land...

This is a fantastic song however sounds weak when played alone... 
Bruce really perfects it with the band...

Key of G...

Chords...   (Capo 5th Fret)

             EADGBe
D:           000323
G            320033
A7sus4:      002232

Verse One...

D                               G            D
What is this land of America, so many travel there
D                                       G               A7sus4
I'm going now while I'm still young, my darling meet me there
D                            G                   D
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
         D        G            A7sus4   D         D  G  A7sus4
And we'll make our home in the American land

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The following verses follow the same chord progression as the 1st...

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Verse Two...

Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands
If you make your home in the American land

Verse Three...
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There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

Verse Four...

I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire
I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
And I made my home in the American land

Verse Five...

There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

Verse Six...

The McNicholas, the Posalski's, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, the Italians, the Germans and the Jews
The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home
Come across the water with a fire down below

Verse Seven...

They died building the railroads, worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories, names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dyin' now
The hands that built the country we're all trying to keep down

Verse Eight...

There's diamonds in the sidewalk, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land?
Who will make his home in the American land?
Who will make his home in the American land?