Don McLean - American pie

A ^Glong, ^D/F#long tim^Em7e ago ^AmI can still re^Cmember how that mus^Emic used to make me s^Dmile And ^GI knew ^D/F#if I ha^Em7d my chance That ^AmI could make those ^Cpeople dance and ^Emmaybe they'd be ^Chappy for a w^Dhile But ^EmFebruary ^Ammade me shiver, ^Emwith every paper I'^Amd deliver ^CBad news ^G/Bon the ^Amdoorstep, I cou^Cldn't take one more st^Dep I ^Gcan't remem^D/F#ber if I ^Emcried when I ^Am7read about his ^Dwidowed bride ^GSomething ^D/F#touched me ^Emdeep inside The ^Cday the^D7 music d^Gied

So ^Gbye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Em*this will be the day that I ^A7*die, t^Em*his will be the day that I d^D7ie

^GDid you write the ^Ambook of love And do ^Cyou have faith in ^AmGod above, ^Emif the bible ^Dtells you so? ^GDo you ^D/F#believe in r^Emock and roll Can ^Am7music save your^C mortal soul an^Emd can you teach me ^A7how to dance ^Dreal slow? Well I ^Em*know that you're in l^D*ove with him 'cuz I s^Em*aw you dancin' i^D*n the gym You ^Cboth kicked ^G/Boff your ^Amshoes, man I ^Cdig those rhythm and ^D7blues I was a ^Glonely ^D/F#teenage b^Emronckin' buck with a ^Ampink carnation and a ^Cpickup truck But ^GI knew^D/F# I was o^Emut of luck the d^Cay the m^D7usic d^Gied^C, ^GI started ^Dsingin'

^GBye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Em*this will be the day that I ^A7*die, t^Em*his will be the day that I d^D7ie

Now for t^Gen years we've been ^Amon our own and mo^Css grows fat on a ro^Amlling stone ^Embut that's not how it u^Dsed to be When the j^Gester ^D/F#sang for the kin^Emg and queen in a ^Am7coat he borrowed fr^Com James Dean in a v^Emoice that came ^A7from you and^D me Oh, and w^Em*hile the king was lo^D*oking down, the j^Em*ester stole his thor^D*ny crown The c^Courtroom ^G/Bwas ad^A7journed, ^Cno verdict was re^D7turned And while ^GLennin rea^D/F#d a bo^Emok on Marx, the^Am quartet prac^Cticed in the park And ^Gwe sang ^D/F#dirges ^Emin the dark the d^Cay the m^D7usic d^Gied^C, ^G we were ^Dsingin'

^GBye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Em*this will be the day that I ^A7*die, t^Em*his will be the day that I d^D7ie

^GHelter skelter in a ^Amsummer swelter ^Cthe birds flew off with^Am a fallout shelter,^Em eight miles high and f^Dallin' fast It lan^Gded ^D/F#foul o^Emn the grass the pl^Am7ayers tried for a f^Corward pass, ^Emwith the jester on the sideline^A7s in a ^Dcast Now the h^Em*alf-time air was s^D*weet perfume, while ^Em*sergeants played a m^D*arching tune ^CWe all got ^G/Bup to dan^A7ce, but ^Cwe never got the ch^D7ance 'Cuz the p^Glayers ^D/F#tried to t^Emake the field, the ^Ammarching band re^Cmfused to yield Do y^Gou re^D/F#call what w^Emas revealed the d^Cay the m^D7usic d^Gied^C, ^G we started ^Dsingin'

^GBye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Em*this will be the day that I ^A7*die, t^Em*his will be the day that I d^D7ie

And t^Ghere we were all ^Amin one place a ge^Cneration ^Amlost in space,^Em with no time left to^D start again So come on J^Gack be ^D/F#nimble,^Em Jack be quick, J^Am7ack Flash sat on a c^Candle stick, ^Em'cuz fire is the devi^A7l's only friend^D And a^Em*s I watched him o^D*n the stage, my h^Em*ands were clenched in f^D*ists of rage No ^Cangel b^G/Born in ^A7Hell could ^Cbreak that Satan's ^D7spell And as the ^Gflames climbe^D/F#d high int^Emo the night to ^Amlight the sacrif^Cicial rite I saw ^GSatan ^D/F#laughing ^Emwith delight the d^Cay the m^D7usic d^Gied^C, ^G he was ^Dsingin'

^GBye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Em*this will be the day that I ^A7*die, t^Em*his will be the day that I d^D7ie

I ^Gmet a^D/F# girl who s^Emang the blues And I ^Amasked her for some ^Chappy news, but ^Emshe just smiled and turn^Ded away I ^Gwent dow^D/F#n to the s^Emacred store Where I^Am'd heard the mus^Cic years before, but t^Emhe man there said t^Che music wouldn't ^Dplay But ^Em*in the streets the ^Am*children screamed, the ^Em*lovers cried and the ^Am*poets dreamed But ^Cnot a ^G/Bword was ^Amspoken, the ^Cchurch bells all were ^Dbroken And the ^Gthree me^D/F#n I adm^Emire most, the ^Am7Father, ^CSon, and the H^D7oly Ghost ^GThey caught th^D/F#e last train f^Emor the coast the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied,

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And they were singin'

^GBye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Em*this will be the day that I ^A7*die, t^Em*his will be the day that I d^D7ie They were singin' ^Gbye, ^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinkin' ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Cthis will be the ^D7day that I ^Gdie ^{C G}