Elle King 
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America's Sweetheart
Elle King: America's Sweetheart
Capo I
Intro: G
1. G
No there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I,
C
I think I’m pretty with these old boots on
I think its funny when I drink too much, hey
G
You try and change me you can go to hell
Cause I don't want to be nobody else
C
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe
So
No there ain't nothing that I gotta prove
You think your words will make me black and blue
But I,
C
I think I’m pretty with these old boots on
I think its funny when I drink too much, hey
G
You try and change me you can go to hell
Cause I don't want to be nobody else
C
I like the chip I got in my front teeth
And I got bad tattoos you won't believe
So
Pre: G
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
Chorus: What do you wC
ant from me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweetC
heart Em
D
So beat the dC
rum with me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweeC
theart Em
D
Well they sC
ay I'm too loud Em
for this tD
own
So I litC
a match and burEm
ned it dD
own
What do you wantC
from me, IEm
'm not AmericD
as sweet C
heart
But you loveEm
me D
anyway G
ant from me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweetC
heart Em
D
So beat the dC
rum with me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweeC
theart Em
D
Well they sC
ay I'm too loud Em
for this tD
own
So I litC
a match and burEm
ned it dD
own
What do you wantC
from me, IEm
'm not AmericD
as sweet C
heart
But you loveEm
me D
anyway G
2. G
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold the boys
I've been with say I got no soul, when I,
C
I meet another honey at the bar,
I'll think its funny when I break his heart, mmm now,
G
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight,
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they,
C
They said I'll never be the poster type,
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
G
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
My hands are dirty and my heart is cold the boys
I've been with say I got no soul, when I,
C
I meet another honey at the bar,
I'll think its funny when I break his heart, mmm now,
G
My kind of medicine is whiskey straight,
I got a mouth to put you in your place, and they,
C
They said I'll never be the poster type,
But they don't make posters of my kind of life
G
So kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole
Gonna lose control tonight
Pre: + Chorus:
Bridge:
G
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready,
Gonna lose control
G
Kick out the jams, kick up the soul
Pour another glass of that rock and roll
Turn up the band, fire in the hole, holler if you ready,
Gonna lose control
Chorus: What do you wC
ant from me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweetC
heart Em
D
So beat the dC
rum with me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweeC
theart Em
D
Well they sC
ay I'm too loud Em
for this tD
own
So I litC
a match and burEm
ned it dD
own
What do you wantC
from me, IEm
'm not AmericD
as sweet C
heart
But you loveEm
me D
anyway G
ant from me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweetC
heart Em
D
So beat the dC
rum with me, IEm
'm not AmeD
rica’s sweeC
theart Em
D
Well they sC
ay I'm too loud Em
for this tD
own
So I litC
a match and burEm
ned it dD
own
What do you wantC
from me, IEm
'm not AmericD
as sweet C
heart
But you loveEm
me D
anyway G
Outro: I'm not Americas sweetheart
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14. 05.
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