Don McLean - American pie

A l^Gong, ^Dlong ^Emtime ago ^AmI can still rem^Cember how that m^Emusic used to m^Dake me smile. And, ^GI knew if I h^Dad my c^Emhance that I ^Amcould make those p^Ceople dance, And m^Emaybe they'd be h^Cappy for a wh^Dile But F^Emebruary m^Amade me shiver, with e^Emvery paper I^Am'd deliver ^CBad news ^Gon the ^Amdoorstep; I c^Couldn't take o^Dne more step I c^Gan't rem^Dember ^Emif I cried, when I r^Amead about his wid^Dowed bride; ^GSomething t^Douched me ^Emdeep inside, the d^Cay the m^D7usic d^Gied.^{C G}

So, ^Gbye-^Cbye, Miss ^GAmerican Pie Drove my C^Ghevy to the levy, but the levy was dry Them g^Good old b^Coys were drinking wh^Giskey and r^Dye, singing... Th^Emis will be the day that ^A7I die, Th^Emis will be the day that ^D7I die

^GDid you write the B^Amook of Love and do y^Cou have faith in G^Amod, above? If the Bi^Emble te^Dlls you so Now, do y^Gou be^Dlieve in R^Emock and Roll? Can m^Amusic save your^C mortal soul? And... Can y^Emou teach me how to dance rea^A7l slow?^D Well, I k^Emnow that you're in l^Dove with him, 'cause I s^Emaw you dancing ^Din the gym You ^Cboth kicked^G off your s^A7hoes - man, I ^Cdig those rhythm and ^D7blues I was a ^Glonely, ^Dteenage ^Embroncin' buck with a ^Ampink carnation and a ^Cpickup truck, but... ^GI knew ^DI was o^Emut of luck the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdie^Cd,^G I started singing..

^GBye-^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the l^Cevy, but the ^Glevy was d^Dry Them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, singing... ^EmThis will be the day that ^A7I die ^EmThis will be the day that I ^D7die

Now, for ^Gten years we've been ^Amon our own and ^Cmoss grows fat on a ^AmRolling Stone,^Em but... That's not how it use^Dd to be When the J^Gester ^Dsang for the ki^Emng and queen in a ^Am7coat he borrowed fr^Com James Dean In a v^Emoice that came from you ^A7and m^De Oh, and w^Emhile the King was loo^Dking down the J^Emester stole his t^Dhorny crown The c^Courtroom ^Gwas adjourne^A7d - no^C verdict was r^D7eturned And while Le^Gnnon rea^Dd a b^Emook on Marx the q^Amuartet practiced ^Cin the park, and... ^GWe sang d^Dirges in^Em the dark the ^Cday the m^D7usic die^Gd, w^Ce w^Gere singin'

So ^Gbye-^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican^D Pie Drove my C^Ghevy to the l^Cevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry Them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, singing... ^EmThis will be the day that I d^A7ie ^EmThis will be the day that I d^D7ie

^GHealter Skealter in the ^Amsummer swelter - t^Che Birds flew off with ^Ama fallout shelter ^EmEight Miles High and ^Dfalling fast It lan^Gded ^Dfoul on^Em the grass The p^Am7layers tried for a f^Corward pass with the ^EmJester on the sidelines^A7 in a ^Dcast Now, the ^Emhalftime air was ^Dsweet perfume while the ^EmSergeants played a ^Dmarching tune ^CWe all got ^Gup to danc^A7e, oh, but ^Cwe never got the chan^D7ce 'Cause the ^Gplayers ^Dtried to ^Emtake the field - the ^Ammarching band re^Cfused to yield Do y^Gou rec^Dall what w^Emas the feel the ^Cday the mu^D7sic died^G? W^Ce s^Gtarted singing,

^GBye-^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, Singing,^Em this will be the day that I d^A7ie ^EmThis will be the day that I d^D7ie

And, t^Ghere we were, all ^Amin one place, a g^Ceneration ^AmLost in Space ^EmWith no time left to^D start again So, come on, ^GJack be ^Dnimble, ^EmJack be quick - J^Am7ack Flash sat on a ^Ccandle stick, '^Emcause... Fire is the Devil's only f^A7rien^Dd And, as^Em I watched him on^D the stage my h^Emands were clenched in ^Dfists of rage No an^Cgel ^Gborn in ^A7Hell could b^Creak that satan's sp^D7ell And, as the ^Gflames climbed h^Digh into^Em the night to l^Amight the sacrif^Cicial rite, I saw... S^Gatan l^Daughing with^Em delight the d^Cay the m^D7usic d^Gied^C, h^Ge was singing

^GBye-^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the l^Cevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry Them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, singing... ^EmThis will be the day that I d^A7ie T^Emhis will be the day that I d^D7ie

I m^Get a g^Dirl who s^Emang the Blues, and I ^Amasked her for some h^Cappy news But ^Emshe just smiled and turned a^Dway I w^Gent down t^Do the s^Emacred store where I'd h^Ameard the music ^Cyears before, but... The ^Emman there said the ^Cmusic wouldn't ^Dplay But ^Emin the streets the c^Amhildren screamed, the ^Emlover's cried, and the ^Ampoets dreamed, but... ^CNot a ^Gword was s^Ampoken - the c^Church bells all were ^Dbroken And, the ^Gthree men ^DI ad^Emmire most the Fa^Am7ther, ^CSon, and the H^D7oly Ghost, th^Gey... Caught the ^Dlast train f^Emor the coast the ^Am7day the ^D7music ^Gdied, ^D7and they we're singin'

^GBye-^Cbye Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry Them g^Good old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and r^Dye, singing... ^CThis will be the ^D7day that I ^Gdie^{C D C}This will be the ^D7day that I ^Gdie^{C D7}

They were singing, b^Gye-b^Cye Miss A^Gmerican P^Die Drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry Them g^Good old b^Coys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, singing... ^CThis will be the ^D7day that I^G di^Ce ^G