Don McLean - American pie

A ^Glong, ^Dlong ^Em7time ago, Am C Em D (strum) I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And ^GI know ^Dif I ^Em7had my chance, That ^AmI could make those ^Cpeople dance and ^Emmaybe they'd be ^Chappy for a while ^{D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D Em} But February ^Ammade me shiver, ^Emwith every paper ^AmI'd deliver ^CBad news ^Gon the ^Amdoorstep, I ^Ccouldn't take one ^Dmore step I ^Gcan't re^Dmember ^Emif I cried when I ^Am7read about his ^Dwidowed bride ^GSomething ^Dtouched me ^Emdeep inside The ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied

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' ^Emthis will be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis will be the day that I ^D7die ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D}

^G Did you write the ^Ambook of love And do ^Cyou have faith in ^Amgod above, ^Em if the bible ^Dtells you so? ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D G} Do you believe in ^Emrock and roll Can ^Am7music save your^C mortal soul and can ^Emyou teach me how to ^A7dance real ^Dslow? ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D} Well I ^Emknow that you're in ^Dlove with him 'cuz I ^Emsaw you dancin' ^Din the gym You ^Cboth kicked ^Goff your ^A7shoes, 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 ^Emout of luck the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied,^{C G} I started 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' ^Emthis will be the day that I ^A7die, ^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 but ^Emthat's not how it used to ^Dbe When the j^Gester s^Dang for the ^Emking and queen in a ^Am7coat he borrowed ^Cfrom James Dean in a ^Emvoice that came from ^A7you and ^Dme^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D} And ^Emwhile the king was^D looking down, the ^Emjester stole his ^Dthorny crown The ^Ccourtroom ^Gwas ad^A7journed, no ^Cverdict was re^D7turned And while ^GLenin ^Dread a ^Embook on Marx, the ^Amquartet practiced^C in the park And ^Gwe sang d^Dirges ^Emin the dark the ^Cday the mu^D7sic die^Gd, ^{C G} we were singin'

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' ^Emthis will be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis will be the day that I ^D7die ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D}

^GHelter skelter ^Amin a summer swelter the ^Cbirds flew off with a ^Amfallout shelter,^Em eight miles high a^Dnd fallin' fast ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D} It ^Glanded ^Dfoul ^Emon the grass the ^Am7players tried for a ^Cforward pass, ^Emwith the jester on the ^A7sidelines in a ^Dcas^Dsus4t ^{D Dsus2 D} Now at ^Emhalftime there was ^Dsweet perfume, while ^Emsergeants played a ^Dmarching Tune ^CWe all got ^Gup to dan^A7ce, but ^Cwe never got the ^D7chance 'Cuz the ^Gplayers ^Dtried to ^Emtake the field, the ^Ammarching band re^Cfused to yield Do y^Gou re^Dcall what ^Emwas the feel the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied,^{C G} we started singin'

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' ^Emthis will be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis will be the day that I ^D7die ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D}

And ^Gthere we were all ^Amin one place, a ^Cgeneration ^Amlost in space, ^Emwith no time left to ^Dstart again ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D} So come on ^GJack be ^Dnimble, ^EmJack be quick, ^Am7Jack Flash sat on a ^Ccandle stick, ^Em'cuz fire is the ^A7devil's only ^Dfriend ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D}

And a^Ems I watched him ^Don the stage, my ^Emhands were clenched in ^Dfists of rage No ^Cangel ^Gborn in ^A7Hell could ^Cbread that Satan's ^D7spell 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} he was 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' ^Emthis will be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis will be the day that I ^D7die

I ^Gmet a ^Dgirl who ^Emsang the blues And ^AmI asked her for some ^Chappy news, but ^Emshe just smiled and turned a^Dway I ^Gwent down ^Dto the ^Emsacred store Where I'd ^Amheard the music ^Cyears before, but the ^Emman there said the ^Cmusic wouldn't ^Dplay But ^Emin the streets the ^Amchildren screamed, the ^Emlovers 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 ^Am7Father, ^CSon, and the ^D7Holy Ghost They ^Gcaught the ^Dlast train ^Emfor the coast the ^Am7day the ^D7music ^Gdied,

^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' ^Emthis will be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis will be the day that I ^D7die ^{Dsus4 D Dsus2 D}

^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}