Madonna - American pie

A l^Gong, l^Dong t^Em7ime ago ^AmI can still re^Cmember how that ^Emmusic used to make me ^Dsmile And ^GI knew ^Dif I ^Em7had 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 ^Dmore step I ^Gcan't re^Dmember ^Emif I cried, when I ^Am7read about his ^Dwidowed bride But ^Gsomething ^Dtouched me ^Emdeep inside The ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied.^{C G D}

^GBye, ^Cbye! Miss A^Gmerican ^DPie Drove my ^Gchevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

^G Did you write the ^Ambook of love and do ^Cyou have faith in ^AmGod above? ^Em If the Bible ^Dtells you so. And do ^Gyou be^Dlieve in ^EmRock 'n Roll? And can ^Am7music save your ^Cmortal soul? And ^Emcan you teach me ^A7how to dance real ^Dslow? Well, I^Em know that you're in^D love with him cause I ^Emsaw you dancing ^Din the gym You ^Cboth kicked ^Goff your ^A7shoes. Man, I ^Cdig those rythmny ^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 ^Dsingin'

^GBye, ^Cbye! Miss A^Gmerican ^DPie Drove my ^Gchevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

Now for ^Gten years we've been on ^Amour own and ^Cmoss grows fat on a ^Amrollin' stone But ^Emthat's not how it ^Dused to be When the ^Gjester ^Dsang for the ^EmKing and Queen In a ^Am7coat he borrowed ^Cfrom James Dean And a ^Emvoice that ^A7came from ^Dyou and me And ^Emwhile the King was ^Amlooking down, the^Em jester stole his^Am thorny crown The ^Ccourtroom ^Gwas ^A7adjourned, no ^Cverdict was ^D7returned And while ^GLennon ^Dread a ^Embook of Marx, the ^Amcourt kept practice in the ^Cpark ^GAnd we ^Dsang dirges ^Emin the dark The ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied. ^{C G} We were ^Dsinging

^GBye, ^Cbye! Miss A^Gmerican ^DPie Drove my ^Gchevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

Oh, and ^Gthere we ^Dwere all ^Emin one place a ^Cgeneration ^Amlost in space With ^Emno time left to ^Dstart again So come on, ^GJack be ^Dnimble ^EmJack be quick ^Am7Jack Flash sat on a ^Ccandlestick cause f^Emire is the D^A7evil's only f^Driend Oh, and ^Emas I watched him ^Don the stage my ^Emhands were clenched in ^Dfists of rage No ^Cangel ^Gborn in ^A7hell could ^Cbreak that Satan's ^D7spell And as the ^Gflames climbed ^Dhigh in^Emto the night to ^Amlight the sacri^Cfical rite I saw ^GSatan ^Dlaughing ^Emwith delight The ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied ^{C G D} and he was singing

^GBye, ^Cbye! Miss A^Gmerican ^DPie Drove my ^Gchevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

I ^Gmet a ^Dgirl who ^Emsang the blues and I ^Casked her for some ^Amhappy news But ^Emshe just smiled and ^Dturned away I ^Gwent down ^Dto the ^Emsacred store where I'd ^Am7heard the music ^Cyears before But the ^Emman there said the ^A7music woudn't ^Dplay And ^Emin the streets the ^Dchildren screamed the ^Emlovers cried and the ^Dpoets dreamed But ^Cnot a ^Gword was ^A7spoken the ^Cchurch bells all were ^D7broken And ^Gthree men ^DI ad^Emmire most the ^Amfather, son and the ^CHoly Ghost They ^Gcaught the ^Dlast train ^Emfor the coast The ^Cday the ^D7music ^Gdied. ^{C G D} And they were singing

^GBye, ^Cbye! Miss A^Gmerican ^DPie Drove my ^Gchevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die.

^GBye, ^Cbye! Miss A^Gmerican ^DPie Drove my ^Gchevy to the ^Clevy, but the ^Glevy was ^Ddry And them ^Ggood old ^Cboys were drinking ^Gwhiskey and ^Drye Singin' ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^A7die, ^Emthis'll be the day that I ^D7die. ^G