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American pie2 Don McLean
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A [G]long, [D]long [Em7]time ago,
[Am]I can still re[C]member how that m[Em]usic used to make me [D]smile
And [G]I know [D]if I [Em7]had my chance,
That [Am]I could make those [C]people dance and [Em]maybe they'd be [C]happy for a [D]while
But [Em]February [Am]made me shiver, with [Em]every paper [Am]I'd deliver
[C]Bad news [G]on the [Am]doorstep, I [C]couldn't take one more [D]step
I [G]can't remem[D]ber if I [Em]cried when I [Am7]read about his [D]widowed bride
[G]Something [D]touched me [Em]deep inside
The [C]day the [D7]music [G]died[C] [G]
*Chorus*
So [G]bye, [C]bye Miss [G]American [D]Pie
Drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levy but the [G]levy was [D]dry
And them [G]good old [C]boys were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye
Singin' [Em]this will be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this will be the day that I [D7]die
*Verse*
[G]Did you write the [Am]book of love
And do [C]you have faith in [Am]god above, [Em]if the bible [D]tells you so?
[G]Do you [D]believe in [Em]rock and roll
Am7* C Em A7 D
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well I [Em]know that you're in [D]love with him 'cuz I [Em]saw you dancin' [D]in the gym
You [C]both kicked [G]off your [A7]shoes, man I [C]dig those rhythm and [D7]blues
I was a [G]lonely [D]teenage [Em]broncin' buck with a [Am]pink carnation and a [C]pickup truck
But [G]I knew [D]I was [Em]out of luck the [C]day the [D7]music [G]die[C]d, [G]I started singin'
*Chorus*
*Other verses*
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
It landed foul on the grass
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in
a cast
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching
tune
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin'
And there we were all in one place,
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's
only friend
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell could bread that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin'
*Last verse*
I [G]met a [D]girl who [Em]sang the blues
And I [Am]asked her for some [C]happy news, but [Em]she just smiled and turned a[D]way
I [G]went down [D]to the [Em]sacred store
[G] [Am] [G] [C] [Em]Where I'd [Am]heard the music [C]years before, but the [Em]man there said the [C]music
wouldn't [D]play
But [Em]in the streets the [Am]children screamed, the [Em]lovers cried and the [Am]poets
dreamed
But [C]not a [G]word was [Am]spoken, the [C]church bells all were [D]broken
[G]And the [G]three men [D]I ad[Em]mire most, the [Am7]Father, [C]Son, and the [D7]Holy Ghost
[G]They caught the [D]last train [Em]for the coast the [Am7]day the [D7]music [G]died,
[D7]And they were singin'
*Final Chorus*
So [G]bye, [C]bye Miss [G]American [D]Pie
Drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levy but the [G]levy was [D]dry
And them [G]good old [C]boys were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye
Singin' [C]this will be the [D7]day that I [G]die.[C] [G]
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