American Pie

Don McLean

American Pie - 
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  G     D    Em7 
A long, long time ago, 
 
Am            C                Em                   D 
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile 
 
    G      D    Em7 
And I know if I had my chance, 
 
     Am                 C                Em              C           D 
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while 
 
    Em       Am                   Em          Am 
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver 
 
C        G      Am          C                      D 
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step 
 
  G          D        Em           Am7            D 
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride 
 
G         D          Em 
Something touched me deep inside 
 
    C       D7    G   C   G 
The day the music died 
 
 
 
CHORUS 
 
   G    C        G        D 
So bye, bye Miss American Pie 
 
         G            C            G        D 
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         G        C                  G           D 
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        Em                          A7   Em                          D7 
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 
 
 
VERSE 
 
G                 Am 
Did you write the book of love 
 
       C                 Am         Em           D 
And do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so? 
 
G      D          Em 
Do you believe in rock and roll 
 
    Am7            C                     Em                      A7        D 
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? 
 
       Em                  D                     Em              D 
Well I know that you're in love with him  'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym 
 
    C           G        A7           C                    D7 
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues 
 
        G      D       Em                   Am                   C 
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck 
 
    G      D     Em              C       D7    G  C  G 
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin' 
 
 
CHORUS 
 
   G    C        G        D 
So bye, bye Miss American Pie 
 
         G            C            G        D 
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         G        C                  G           D 
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        Em                          A7   Em                          D7 
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 
 
 
 
VERSE 
 
         G                   Am 
Now for ten years we've been on our own, 
      C                   Am         Em                      D 
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be 
          G      D             Em 
When the jester sang for the king and queen 
     Am7                C                   Em                      A7     D 
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me 
     Em                  D               Em                 D 
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown 
     C        G          A7    C             D7 
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned 
          G        D    Em               Am                C 
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park 
    G        D      Em             C         D7     G  C  G 
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin' 
 
 
 
CHORUS 
 
   G    C        G        D 
So bye, bye Miss American Pie 
 
         G            C            G        D 
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         G        C                  G           D 
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        Em                          A7   Em                          D7 
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 
 
 
VERSE 
 
G                   Am 
Helter skelter in a summer swelter 
C                      Am                  Em                   D 
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast 
      G   D     Em 
It landed foul on the grass 
      Am7                C            Em                             A7    D 
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in 
A cast 
         Em                D                   Em                  D 
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching 
Tune 
C          G        A7      C                  D7 
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance 
          G      D         Em                 Am              C 
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield 
    G    D          Em              C        D7       G  C  G 
Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin' 
 
 
CHORUS 
 
   G    C        G        D 
So bye, bye Miss American Pie 
 
         G            C            G        D 
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         G        C                  G           D 
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        Em                          A7   Em                          D7 
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 
 
 
 
VERSE 
 
     G                Am 
And there we were all in one place, 
    C        Am            Em                   D 
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again 
            G        D    Em               Am7                 C 
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle 
       Em                            A7     D 
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend 
     Em               D                Em                     D 
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage 
   C      G       A7         C                 D7 
No angel born in Hell could bread that Satan's spell 
           G               D      Em             Am              C 
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite 
       G     D           Em            C      D7     G  C  G 
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin' 
 
 
CHORUS 
 
   G    C        G        D 
So bye, bye Miss American Pie 
 
         G            C            G        D 
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         G        C                  G           D 
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        Em                          A7   Em                          D7 
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 
 
 
 
LAST VERSE 
 
 
  G     D        Em 
I met a girl who sang the blues 
 
      Am                 C               Em                          D 
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away 
 
  G         D      Em 
I went down to the sacred store 
          Am              C                     Em                 C 
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music 
         D 
wouldn't play 
 
    Em                 Am                     Em                   Am 
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets 
dreamed 
 
    C     G        Am          C                     D 
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken 
 
        G         D   Em             Am7     C            D7 
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost 
 
G               D          Em                Am7     D7    G 
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died, 
 
D7 
And they were singin' 
 
 
FINAL CHORUS 
   G    C        G        D 
So bye, bye Miss American Pie 
         G            C            G        D 
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         G        C                  G           D 
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        C                D7         G   C   G 
Singin' this will be the day that I die. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
...Long Island... 
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