Don McLean - American pie

A ^Glong, ^Dlong ^Emtime ago, ^AmI can still re^Cmember, how that music^Em used to make me s^Dmile. And ^GI knew if I ^Dhad ^Emmy chance, that ^AmI could make those ^Cpeople dance, and ^Emmaybe they'd by ^Chappy for a ^Dwhile. ^EmBut February ^Ammade me shiver, ^Emwith every paper ^AmI'd deliver. ^CBad news ^Gon the doors^Amtep; I ^Ccouldn't take one more s^Dtep I ^Gcan't re^Dmember if I ^Emcried, when I ^Amread about his ^Dwidowed bride; ^Gsomething ^Dtouched me ^Emdeep inside, C D G \ the day the music died.

So, ^Gbye-^Cbye, Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie, drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevee but the ^Glevee was ^Ddry. Them ^Ggood ole ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, Em~ A~ singing this'll be the day that I die, Em~ D this'll be the day that I die.

^GDid you write the ^Ambook of love, and do ^Cyou have faith in ^AmGod above, ^Emif the Bible ^Dtells you so? Now do ^Gyou be^Dlieve in ^Emrock and roll, can ^Ammusic save your ^Cmortal soul? And^Em can you teach me ^Ahow to dance ^Dreal slow?

You ^Cboth ^Gkicked off your ^Ashoes, man I ^Cdig those rhythm and ^Dblues! I was a ^Glonely ^Dteenage ^Embronching buck, with a ^Ampink carnation and a ^Cpick-up truck. But ^GI knew ^DI was ^Emout of luck the ^Cday, the ^Dmusic ^Gdied. ^GI started ^Dsinging

^GBye-^Cbye, Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie, drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevee but the ^Glevee was ^Ddry. Them ^Ggood ole ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, Em~ A~ singing this'll be the day that I die, Em~ D this'll be the day that I die.

Now for ^Gten years, we've been ^Amon our own; and ^Cmoss grows fat on a ^Amrolling stone, but ^Emthat's not how it ^Dused to be. When the ^Gjester ^Dsang for the ^EmKing and Queen, in a ^Amcoat he borrowed ^Cfrom James Dean, and a ^Emvoice that ^Acame from you and ^Dme

the ^Ccourt room ^Gwas adj^Aourned, no ^Cverdict was re^Dturned. And while ^GLennon ^Dread a ^Embook on Marx, the ^Amquartet practiced ^Cin the park; and ^Gwe sang ^Ddirges ^Emin the dark, the ^Cday the ^Dmusic ^Gdied, we were ^Dsinging

^GBye-^Cbye, Miss ^GAmerican ^DPie, drove my ^GChevy to the ^Clevee but the ^Glevee was ^Ddry. Them ^Ggood ole ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye, Em~ A~ singing this'll be the day that I die, Em~ D this'll be the day that I die.