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American Pie

A [G]long, [D]long [Em7]time ago,
[Am]I can still re[C]member how
that [Em]music used to make me [D]smile.
And [G]I knew [D]if I [Em7]had my chance
that [Am]I could make those [C]people dance
and [Em]maybe they'd be [C]happy for a [D]while.

But [Em]February [Am]made me shiver,
with [Em]every paper [Am]I'd deliver.
[C]Bad news [G/B]on the [Am]doorstep,
I [C]couldn't take [D]one more step.
I [G]can't re[D]member [Em]if I cried
when I [Am7]read about his [D]widowed bride.
[G]Something [D]touched me [Em]deep inside,
the [C]day, the [D7]music [G]died. [C/G]    [G] So  

[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie.
Drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee
but the [G]levee was [D]dry.
Them [G]good ole' [C]boys
were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
singin': [Em]This'll be the day that I [A7]die,   
[Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.   

[G]Did you write the [Am]book of love
and do [C]you have faith in [Am]God above?
[Em]If the Bible [D]tells you so.
Now do [G]you be[D]lieve in [Em]rock and roll?
Can [Am7]music save your [C]mortal soul?
And [Em]can you teach me [A7]how to dance real [D]slow?

Well, I [Em]know that you're in [D]love with him,
'cause I [Em]saw you dancin' [D]in the gym,
you [C]both kicked [G/B]off your [A7]shoes,
man I [C]dig those rhythm and [D7]blues.
I was a [G]lonely [D]teenage [Em]broncin' buck
with a [Am]pink carnation and a [C]pick up truck,
but [G]I knew [D]I was [Em]out of luck
the [C]day, the [D7]music, [G]died. [C]    [G] I started [D7]singing, [G]    

[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie.
Drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee
but the [G]levee was [D]dry.
Them [G]good ole' [C]boys
were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
singin': [Em]This'll be the day that I [A7]die,   
[Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.   

Now [G]for the years we've been [Am]on our own,
and [C]moss grows fat on a [Am]rollin' stone
but [Em]that's not how it [D]used to be.
When the [G]jester [D]sang for the [Em]King and Queen
In a [Am7]coat he borrowed [C]from James Dean
and a [Em]voice that came from [A7]you and [D]me.  

Oh and [Em]while the King was [D]looking down,
the [Em]jester stole his [D]thorny crown.
The [C]courtroom [G/B]was a    [A7]djourned,
no [C]verdict was re[D7]turned.
And while [G]Lennon [D]read a [Em]book of Marx,
the [Am]quartet practiced [C]in the park
and [G]we sang [D]dirges [Em]in the dark
the [C]day, the [D7]music [G]died. [C]    [G] We vere [D7]singin'

[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie.
Drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee
but the [G]levee was [D]dry.
Them [G]good ole' [C]boys
were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
singin': [Em]This'll be the day that I [A7]die,   
[Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.   

[G]Helter-skelter in the [Am]summer swelter,
the [C]birds flew off with a [Am]fallout shelter.
[Em]Eight miles high and [D]fallin' fast.
It [G]landed [D]foul out [Em]on the grass.
The [Am7]players tried for a [C]forward pass,
with the [Em]jester on the [A7]sidelines in a [D]cast.

Now the [Em]halftime air was [D]sweet perfume,
while the [Em]sergeants played a [D]marching tune.
We [C]all got [G/B]up to [A7]dance,
but we [C]never got the [D7]chance.
'Cause the [G]players [D]tried to [Em]take the field,
the [Am]marching band re[C]fused to yield.
Do [G]you re[D]call what [Em]was revealed,
the [C]day, the [D7]music, [G]died. [C]    [G]We started [D7]singin'

[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie.
Drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee
but the [G]levee was [D]dry.
Them [G]good ole' [C]boys
were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
singin': [Em]This'll be the day that I [A7]die,   
[Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.   

Oh, and [G]there we were all [Am]in one place,
a [C]generation [Am]lost in space
with [Em]no time left to [D]start again.
So come on, [G]Jack be nimble, [Em]Jack be quick,
Jack [Am7]Flash sat on a [C]candlestick, ´
cause [Em]fire is the [A7]devil's only [D]friend.

Oh, and [Em]as I watched him [D]on the stage
my [Em]hands were clenched in [D]fists of rage.
No [C]angel [G]born in [A7]hell,
could [C]break that Satan's [D7]spell.
And as the [G]flames climbed [D]high in[Em]to the night,
to [Am]light the sacri[C]ficial rite
I saw [G]Satan [D]laughing [Em]with delight
the [C]day, the [D7]music, [G]died. [C]    [G] He was [D7]singin'

[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie.
Drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee
but the [G]levee was [D]dry.
Them [G]good ole' [C]boys
were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
singin': [Em]This'll be the day that I [A7]die,   
[Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.   

I [G]met a [D]girl who [Em]sang the blues
and I [Am]asked her for some [C]happy news,
but [Em]she just smiled and [D]turned away.
[G]I went [D]down to the [Em]sacred [G]store
where I [Am]heard the [G/B]music [C]years before,
but the [Em]man there said the [C]music wouldn't [D]play.

And [Em]in the streets the [Am]children screamed,
the [Em]lovers cried and the [Am]poets dreamed.
But [C]not a [G/B]word was [Am]spoken,
the [C]church bell all were [D]broken.
And the [G]three men [D]I ad[Em]mire [G/B]most,    
the [C]Father, Son and the [D7]Holy Ghost,
they [G]caught the [D]last train [Em]for the coast,
the [C]day, [Am7]the     [D7]music, [G]died. [C]    [G]And they were [D7]singin'

[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie,
Drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee
but the [G]levee was [D]dry,
Them [G]good ole' [C]boys
were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
singin': [C]This'll be the [D7]day that I [G]die. [C]    [G]    
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