Don McLean - American pie

A ^Glong, ^Dlong ^Emtime ago, ^AmI can still re^Cmember how that ^Emmusic used to make me ^Dsmile And ^GI know ^Dif I ^Emhad my chance, that ^AmI could make those ^Cpeople dance and ^Emmaybe they'd be ^Chappy for a ^Dwhile But ^EmFebruary ^Ammade me shiver, with ^Emevery paper ^AmI'd deliver ^CBad news ^Gon the ^Amdoorstep, I ^Ccouldn't take one more ^Dstep I ^Gcan't remem^Dber if I ^Emcried 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

^GDid you write the ^Ambook of love and do ^Cyou have faith in ^Amgod above, ^Emif the bible ^Dtells you so ^GDo you ^Dbelieve in ^Emrock and roll, can ^Am7music save your ^Cmortal soul and can you ^Emteach me how to dance real ^A7slow ^D Well I ^Emknow that you're in ^Dlove with him 'cause I ^Emsaw you dancin' ^Din the gym You ^Cboth kicked off 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}

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

Now for ^Gten years we've been ^Amon our own, and ^Cmoss grows fat on a ^Amrolling stone ^Embut that's not how it ^Dused to be When the ^Gjester ^Dsang for the ^Emking and queen in a ^Am7coat he borrowed ^Cfrom James Dean in a ^Emvoice that came from ^A7you and ^Dme And ^Emwhile the king was ^Dlooking down, the ^Emjester stole his ^Dthorny crown The ^Ccourtroom was ^A7adjourned, ^Cno verdict was ^D7returned And while ^GLenin ^Dread a ^Embook on Marx, the ^Amquartet practiced in the ^Cpark and ^Gwe sang ^Ddirges ^Emin the dark the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied ^{C G}

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

^GHelter skelter in a ^Amsummer swelter, ^Cthe birds flew off with a ^Amfallout shelter, ^Emeight miles high and ^Dfallin' fast, it ^Glanded ^Dfoul on the ^Emgrass the ^Am7players tried for a ^Cforward pass, ^Emwith the jester on the ^A7sidelines in a ^Dcast Now at ^Emhalftime there was ^Dsweet perfume, while ^Emsergeants played a ^Dmarching tune ^CWe all got up to ^A7dance, but ^Cwe never got the ^D7chance 'cause the ^Gplayers ^Dtried to ^Emtake the field, the ^Ammarching band re^Cfused to yield Do ^Gyou re^Dcall what ^Emwas the feel the ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied ^{C G}

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

And ^Gthere we were all ^Amin one place, a ^Cgeneration ^Amlost in space, with ^Emno time left to start ^Dagain So come on ^GJack be ^Dnimble, ^EmJack be quick, ^Am7Jack Flash sat on a ^Ccandlestick, 'cause ^Emfire is the devil's only ^A7friend ^D And ^Emas I watched him ^Don the stage, my ^Emhands were clenched in ^Dfists of rage No ^Cangel born 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}

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

I ^Gmet a ^Dgirl who ^Emsang the blues and I ^Amasked 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 word was ^Amspoken, the ^Cchurch bells all were ^Dbroken And the ^Gthree men ^DI ad^Emmire most, the ^Am7Father, ^CSon, and the ^D7Holy Ghost ^GThey caught the ^Dlast train ^Emfor the coast the ^Am7day 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' ^Cthis will be the ^D7day that I ^Gdie