Introdução 1
D F#m/C# Bm D/A D/F#
G G
D F#m/C# Bm D/A D/F#
G G
Estrofe 1
D F#m/C#
Let us be lovers,
Bm D/A G
we'll marry our fortunes together
D F#m/C# Bm
I've got some real estate here in my bag
F#m7 B7
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
F#m7 B7
and Mrs. Wagner's pies
E/Ab D A
And we walked off to look for
D F#m/C# Bm A
Ame- rica
G
Estrofe 2
D F#m/C# Bm
Cathy, I said as we boarded
D/A G
a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
D F#m/C# Bm
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
A
It took me four days
to hitchhike from Saginaw
E A E Dmaj7
I've gone to look for America
Ponte 1
Cmaj7
Laughing on the bus,
Dmaj7
playing games with the faces
Cmaj7
She said the man
Dmaj7
in the gabardine suit was a spy
G
I said, be careful,
D
his bow-tie is really a camera
F#m/C# Bm A
Abm7b5 Gmaj7
Estrofe 3
D F#m/C#
Toss me a cigarette,
Bm D/A G
I think there's one in my raincoat
D D/C# Bm
We smoked the last one an hour ago
F#m7 B7
So I looked at the scenery
F#m7 B7
She read her magazine
E D
And the moon rose
A D F#m/C# Bm A
over an o- pen field
G
Estrofe 4
D F#m/C#
Cathy, I'm lost,
Bm D/A G
I said though I knew she was sleeping
D D/C#
And I'm empty and aching
Bm
and I don't know why
A
Counting the cars
on the New Jersey Turnpike
E A E Dmaj7
They've all come to look for America
Final 1
E A E Dmaj7
All come to look for America
E A E Dmaj7
All come to look for America
D F#m/C# Bm D/A
Em Em/D A
D F#m/C# Bm D/A
Em Em/D A
Repeat and fade
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America
"Kathy", I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful, his bowtie is really a camera"
"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
"Kathy, I'm lost", I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America
All come to look for America