USA - written by Shane MacGowan
from the album "Peace And Love"
USA - As performed by The Pogues
[G]When I was young I watched the cars
When I was older I drank in bars
When I was [C]young I chewed the [G]leaves
When I was older I drank with thieves
[G]I found a love She gave me dreams
She left me drunk In New Orleans
So cold and [C]lonely So all a[G]lone
I wished my heart Was made of stone
I [C]took the cold bright [G]needle I [C]used it as a [G]sword
My [C]eyes have seen the [G]glory of The [D]coming of the [G]Lord
I [C]burned across the d[G]elta I [C]swam across the f[G]ord
My [C]eyes have seen the [G]glory of The [D]coming of the [G]Lord
When I was a young man Standing on this road
My empty belly An aching hole
An old man said to me "Kid don't you know
That it's the same Wherever you go"
(not too sure about this part...)
[G]I gambled in two graveyards I won against the odds
With the saints And the saviours With the [D]maggots and the [G]gods
[G]I cursed the things they showed me I could never see again
And the howling of the wind at night I[D] wrote upon the [G]rain
[G]I found the thing For which I prayed
And came back home To the USA
With a heart of [C]stone And now I [G]know
That it's the same Wherever you go
from the album "Peace And Love"
USA - As performed by The Pogues
[G]When I was young I watched the cars
When I was older I drank in bars
When I was [C]young I chewed the [G]leaves
When I was older I drank with thieves
[G]I found a love She gave me dreams
She left me drunk In New Orleans
So cold and [C]lonely So all a[G]lone
I wished my heart Was made of stone
I [C]took the cold bright [G]needle I [C]used it as a [G]sword
My [C]eyes have seen the [G]glory of The [D]coming of the [G]Lord
I [C]burned across the d[G]elta I [C]swam across the f[G]ord
My [C]eyes have seen the [G]glory of The [D]coming of the [G]Lord
When I was a young man Standing on this road
My empty belly An aching hole
An old man said to me "Kid don't you know
That it's the same Wherever you go"
(not too sure about this part...)
[G]I gambled in two graveyards I won against the odds
With the saints And the saviours With the [D]maggots and the [G]gods
[G]I cursed the things they showed me I could never see again
And the howling of the wind at night I[D] wrote upon the [G]rain
[G]I found the thing For which I prayed
And came back home To the USA
With a heart of [C]stone And now I [G]know
That it's the same Wherever you go
