Intro: 
------  
C    F     C    G    x2 


Verse: 
------ 
 C 
Well in 2007 I took a little trip 
  F 
Along with my guitar, 'cross the mighty Miss-a-sip 
           C                           G 
And I was headin' out to Cali' for a show or two 
      C 
Well I'd been drivin' for a damn long time 
    F 
My eyes were getting heavy and my throat was dry 
        C 
So I stopped off in this little Texas town 
        G 
For a brew 

 C 
Well every one stared, I don't know why 
        F 
Had my aviators on just to shade my eye 
    C                                              G 
It must have been the long hair and sandels I had on 
     C 
Yeah I just wasn't quite Western enough 
    F 
No boots, hats or buckles or any of that stuff 
        C                                         G 
And my t-shirt had some lyrics from a Bob Marley song  

      C 
So I sat at the bar, put my head down low 
         F 
Figured just one beer then I would go 
            C                                         G 
'Cause I'd never been one to go around lookin' for a fight 
   C 
So I finished the beer, put my tip on the bar 
      F 
Started making my way out front to the car 
            C                                       G 
Thought I'd hit the road and everything would be alright 

Wrong! 


Intertlude: 
----------- 
F     C     G     C   x2 


Verse: 
------ 
           C 
You know things don't always go as planned 
     F 
You just got to play the cards in your hand 
          C                                      G 
And that day God dealt me a two and a seven off suite 
      C 
Well I'd almost made it to the door 
      F 
When suddenly I found my ass on the floor 
         C                                G 
And I'd looked up to see what I'd gotten myself into 
            C 
He's about six foot five, three hundred pounds 
        F 
It was him and his buddies all standin' around 
       C                                              G 
Just starin' down at me with this evil look in their eye 

         C 
He said you look like a goddamn liberal bastard 
         F                    
Bet you love Marylin Albright and hate Dennis Thacher 
     C                                G                    C 
And judgin' by the hippy shit you're wearin' I'd say I'm right 
                C 
Well you're an unpatriotic Yankee piece of shit 
         F    
You'll vote Hillary Clinton for president 
               C                                          G 
And if you'll step outside I'll knock some sense in your head 
  C 
Things were escalatin' really fast 
           F  
I had to think of something quick just to save my ass 
       C                        G                           C 
So I stood up, brushed my self off, looked at him and said 


Chorus: 
------- 
             F 
Well I'm an All-American son of a bitch 
       C 
I buy import cars and cigarettes 
       G                               C 
And I buy my lotto tickets from an Indian 
             F 
And this a Chinese woman cleans my clothes 
     C 
My grass gets cut by Juan and Pablo 
           G                                       C 
'Till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out 


Intertlude: 
----------- 
F     C     G     C    x2 


Verse:  
------ 
                 C 
Now I'm about as unpatriotic as anybody here 
       F 
And I pointed out his German beer 
 C                                           G 
Hopin' and prayin' I could make him see the light 
                C 
You see those leather boots are from New Zealand 
       F 
That Swiss Army watch got it's name for a reason 
     C                                  G           C 
Now don't you feel ashamed when people ask for the time? 
      C 
Sir, I'd be glad to step outside  
     F 
And you can look me dead in the eye 
             C                                      G 
And tell me where that all-American cowboy hat was made 
         C 
Well I crossed my finger, prayed to God I was right 
        F 
'Cause if I wasn't there was gonna be a fight 
        C                  G                C 
But he hung his head down low and whispered    China 
         C 
Well I caught a little understanding in his eye 
           F 
But the effect wasn't quite what I had in mind 
           C                              G                C 
'Cause he pulled his Russian pistol and chased me out the door 


Chorus: 
------- 
             F 
Well I'm an All-American son of a bitch 
       C 
I buy import cars and cigarettes 
       G                               C 
And I buy my lotto tickets from an Indian 
             F 
And this a Chinese woman cleans my clothes 
     C 
My grass gets cut by Juan and Pablo 
           G                                       C 
'Till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out 


Chorus: 
------- 
                 F 
Oh yeah, I'm an All-American son of a bitch 
       C 
I buy import cars and cigarettes 
       G                               C 
And I buy my lotto tickets from an Indian 
             F 
And this a Chinese woman cleans my clothes 
     C 
My grass gets cut by Juan and Pablo 
           G                                       C 
'Till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out 
                F                                      C 
Yeah, till the Feds catch up and kick both their asses out