American Pie by DON McLEAN: Tabbed by Buenofine Calse ------------ (complete with correct lyrics and acoustic chords) VERSE 1:

A ^Dlong, ^Along ^Bm7time ago, ^EmI can still re^Gmember how that m^Bmusic used to make me s^Amile And ^DI know ^Aif I had m^Bm7y chance, That ^EmI could make those ^Gpeople dance and m^Bmaybe they'd be ^Ghappy for a ^Awhile But ^BmFebruary made m^Eme shiver, with e^Bmvery paper I^Em'd deliver ^GBad news ^Don the d^Emoorstep, I ^Gcouldn't take one more ^Astep I ^Dcan't rememb^Aer if I c^Bmried when I r^Em7ead about his w^Aidowed bride ^DSomething ^Atouched me ^Bmdeep inside, The ^Gday the ^A7music ^Ddied^G... ^D

CHORUS 1:

So ^Dbye, ^Gbye Miss ^DAmerican ^APie Drove my ^DChevy to the ^Glevee but the ^Dlevee was ^Adry And them ^Dgood old ^Gboys were drinkin' ^Dwhiskey and ^Arye Singin' &^Bmquot;This'll be the day th^E7at I ^Bmdie, this will be the day th^A7at I die."

VERSE 2:

^DDid you write the ^EmBook of Love? And do ^Gyou have faith in ^EmGod above, ^Bmif the Bible ^Atells you so? ^DDo you ^Abelieve in ^Bmrock and roll? Can ^Em7music save your^G mortal soul and can y^Bmou teach me how to dance^E7 real slow^A? Well I ^Bmknow that you're in ^Alove with him 'cause I ^Bmsaw you dancin' ^Ain the gym You ^Gboth kicked ^Doff your ^E7shoes, man I ^Gdig those rhythm and ^A7blues I was a ^Dlonely ^Ateenage ^Bmbroncin' buck with a ^Empink carnation and a ^Gpickup truck But ^DI knew ^AI was ^Bmout of luck, the ^Gday the ^A7music ^Ddied^G, ^DI started singin'

CHORUS 2:

&^Dquot;^GBye, bye ^DMiss Amer^Aican Pie" Drove my ^DChevy to the ^Glevee but the ^Dlevee was ^Adry And them ^Dgood old ^Gboys were drinkin' ^Dwhiskey and ^Arye Singin' &^Bmquot;This'll be the day th^E7at I ^Bmdie, this will be the day th^A7at I die."

VERSE 3:

Now for t^Den years we've been ^Emon our own, and mo^Gss grows fat on a ro^Emlling stone ^Bmbut that's not how it use^Ad to be When the j^Dester s^Aang for the k^Bming and queen in a ^Em7coat he borrowed fr^Gom James Dean in a v^Bmoice that came from you ^E7and me ^A Oh, and w^Bmhile the king was lo^Aoking down, the j^Bmester stole his th^Aorny crown The c^Gourtroom ^Dwas adjour^E7ned, n^Go verdict was^A7 returned And while ^DLenin rea^Ad a book^Bm on Marx, the q^Emuartet practiced ^Gin the park And ^Dwe sang d^Airges i^Bmn the dark, the ^Gday the mu^A7sic die^Dd, ^Gwe w^Dere singin'

CHORUS 3:

VERSE 4:

^DHelter-skelter in a ^Emsummer swelter ^Gthe birds flew off with^Em a fallout shelter, ^Bmeight miles high and ^Afallin' fast It lan^Dded ^Afoul o^Bmn the grass the pl^Em7ayers tried for a f^Gorward pass, ^Bmwith the jester on the sideline^E7s in a ^Acast Now at ha^Bmlftime there was s^Aweet perfume, while ^Bmsergeants played a m^Aarching tune ^GWe all got ^Dup to dan^E7ce, but ^Gwe never got the ch^A7ance 'cause the p^Dlayers ^Atried to t^Bmake the field, the ^Emmarching band re^Gfused to yield Do y^Dou re^Acall what w^Bmas the feel, the ^Gday the m^A7usic died^D? ^Gwe s^Dtarted singin'

CHORUS 4;

VERSE 5:

Oh, and t^Dhere we were all ^Emin one place, a ge^Gneration ^Emlost in space, ^Bmwith no time left to ^Astart again So come on, J^Dack be ni^Amble, ^BmJack be quick, ^Em7Jack Flash sat on a ^Gcandlestick ^Bm'cause fire is the devil's onl^E7y frien^Ad And a^Bms I watched him o^An the stage, my h^Bmands were clenched in f^Aists of rage No ^Gangel b^Dorn in h^E7ell could b^Greak that Satan's ^A7spell And as the ^Dflames climbed h^Aigh int^Bmo the night to ^Emlight the sacrif^Gicial rite I saw S^Datan l^Aaughing with^Bm delight, the d^Gay the ^A7music d^Died^G, ^Dhe was singin'

CHORUS 5:

FINAL VERSE

I ^Dmet a ^Agirl who ^Bmsang the blues And I ^Emasked her for some ^Ghappy news, but ^Bmshe just smiled and turned a^Away I ^Dwent down ^Ato the ^Bmsacred store Where I'd ^Emheard the music ^Gyears before, but the ^Bmman there said the ^Gmusic wouldn't ^Aplay But ^Bmin the streets the ^Emchildren screamed, the ^Bmlovers cried and the ^Empoets dreamed But ^Gnot a ^Dword was ^Emspoken, the ^Gchurch bells all were ^Abroken And the ^Dthree men ^AI ad^Bmmire most, the ^Em7Father, ^GSon, and the ^A7Holy Ghost ^DThey caught the ^Alast train ^Bmfor the coast, the ^Em7day the ^A7music ^Ddied, ^A7And they were singin'

LAST CHORUSES

And they were singin'...

&^Dquot;^GBye, bye ^DMiss Amer^Aican Pie" Drove my ^DChevy to the ^Glevee but the ^Dlevee was ^Adry And them ^Dgood old ^Gboys were drinkin' ^Dwhiskey and ^Arye Singin' &^Gquot;This will be^A7 the day th^Dat I^G die^D."

~END~ Disclaimer: This is just a modified version from the other contributors with some corrections.

Don McLean - Americain pie acoustic