Don McLean - American pie

A ^Glong, ^Dlong ^Emtime ago, ^AmI can still re^Cmember, how that ^Emmusic used to ^Dmake me smile. And ^GI knew if I ^Dhad my ^Emchance, that ^AmI could make those ^Cpeople dance, and ^Emmaybe they'd by ^Chappy for a ^Dwhile. But ^EmFebruary ^Ammade me shiver, with ^Emevery paper ^AmI'd deliver. ^CBad news ^Gon the ^Amdoorstep; I ^Ccouldn't take ^Done more step I ^Gcan't re^Dmember ^Emif I cried, when I ^Amread about his ^Dwidowed bride; ^Gsomething ^Dtouched me ^Emdeep inside, the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied^C. ^G

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, singing ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

if the ^EmBible ^Dtells you so? Now do ^Gyou be^Dlieve in ^Emrock and roll, can ^Ammusic save your ^Cmortal soul? And ^Emcan you teach me how to ^A7dance real ^D7slow? Well I ^Emknow that you're in ^Amlove with him, 'cause I ^Emsaw you dancing ^Amin the gym You ^Cboth ^Gkicked off your ^A7shoes, man I ^Cdig those rhythm and ^D7blues! I was a ^Glonely ^Dteenage ^Embronching buck, with a ^Ampink carnation and a ^Cpick-up truck. But I ^Gknew ^DI was ^Emout of luck the ^Cday, the ^D7music ^Gdie^Cd.^{G G}I started ^D7singing....

^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, singing ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

Now for ^Gten years, we've been ^Amon our own; and ^Cmoss grows fat on a ^Amrolling stone, but ^Emthat's not how it used to ^Dbe. When the ^Gjester ^Dsang for the ^EmKing and Queen, in a ^Amcoat he borrowed ^Cfrom James Dean, and a ^Emvoice that came from ^A7you and ^D7me

Oh, and ^Emwhile the king was ^Amlooking down, the ^Emjester stole his ^Amthorny crown; the ^Ccourt room ^Gwas ad^A7journed, no ^Cverdict was re^D7turned. And while ^GLennon ^Dread a ^Embook on Marx, the ^Amquartet practiced ^Cin the park; ^Gand we sang ^Ddirges ^Emin the dark, the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdie^Cd,^G we were ^D7singing

^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, singing ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die..

^GHelter skelter ^Amin the summer swelter, the ^Cbirds flew off with a ^Amfallout shelter; ^Emeight miles high and falling ^Dfast. It ^Glanded ^Dfoul ^Emon the grass, the ^Amplayers tried for a ^Cforward pass; with the ^Emjester on the sidelines ^A7in a ^D7cast The ^Emhalf time air was ^Amsweet perfume, while the ^Emsergeants played a ^Ammarching tune; we ^Call got ^Gup to ^A7dance, but we ^Cnever got the ^D7chance. 'Cause the ^Gplayers ^Dtried to ^Emtake the field, but the ^Ammarching band re^Cfused to yield Do ^Gyou re^Dcall what ^Emwas revealed, the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdie^Cd? ^G We started ^D7singing

^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, singing ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die..

Oh, and ^Gthere we were all ^Amin one place, a ^Cgeneration ^Amlost in space; with ^Emno time left, to start a^Dgain. So come on, ^GJack be ^Dnimble, ^Emjack be quick, ^AmJack flash sat on a ^Ccandlestick, 'cause ^Emfire is the ^A7devil's only ^D7friend. And ^Emas I watched him ^Amon the stage, my ^Emhands were clenched in ^Amfists of rage. No ^Cangel ^Gborn in ^A7hell, could ^Cbreak that Satan’^D7s spell And as the ^Gflames climbed ^Dhigh in^Emto the night, to ^Amlight the sacri^Cficial rite; I saw ^GSatan ^Dlaughing ^Emwith delight, the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied^C. ^G We were ^D7singing

^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, singing ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die..

I ^Gmet a ^Dgirl who ^Emsang the blues so, I ^Amasked her for some ^Chappy news; but ^Emshe just smiled and ^Dturned away. ^GI went ^Ddown to the ^Emsacred store, where I ^Amheard the music ^Cyears before, but the ^Emman there said the ^Cmusic wouldn't ^Dplay. And ^Emin the streets the ^Amchildren screamed, the l^Emovers cried and the ^Ampoets dreamed. But ^Cnot a ^Gword was ^Amspoken, the ^Cchurch bells all were ^Dbroken. And the ^Gthree men ^DI ad^Emmire most: the ^AmFather, Son and the ^DHoly Ghost ^GThey caught the ^Dlast train ^Emfor the coast the ^Cday, the ^D7music ^Gdied. And they were ^D7singing

^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, singing ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die..

And they were ^D7singing ^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, singing ^Cthis'll be the ^D7day that I ^Gdie ^{C G}