(verse 1) 
 
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if you fly in from burmingham you'll get the last gate 
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if you fly in from boston though you'll just half to wait 
             G                        D 
and i'm learnin', a little more everyday 
          A 
about the power of the dollar 
 
and people with white collars 
                            D 
and your good old american way 
 
(verse 2) 
 
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i notice i don't get much help when they see my blue jeans 
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but some slick with a suit walks up oh can i help you please 
             G                        D 
and i'm learnin', as i gain a little age 
           A 
about the power of the dollar  
 
and people with white collars 
                            D 
and your good old american way 
 
(verse 3) 
 
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some high soceity lady says is your horse outside 
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no mam hes between my legs and your too fat to ride 
             G                              D 
and your learnin', a little more about my ways 
         A                     
what i think about your dollars 
 
and your white collar 
                           D 
and your good ol american way 
 
(verse 4) 
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if you dont like my dirty boots i'm sorry about that 
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don't make fun of my hat too or you my get knocked flat 
             A                                 D 
and learn somemore, if you ever pass down our way 
                        A 
where there ain't no dollars 
 
and no white collars 
                          D 
hell we are the american way