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American Pie

Höfundur lags: Don McLean Höfundur texta: Don McLean Flytjandi: Madonna og Don McLean Sent inn af: Anonymous
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]    

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how
that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
that I could make those people dance
and maybe they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver,
with every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep,
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
when I read about his widowed bride.
Something touched me deep inside,
the day, the music died. So

Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry.
Them good ole' boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
singin': This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love
and do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so.
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

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

Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry.
Them good ole' boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
singin': This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.

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

Oh and while the King was looking down,
the jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned,
no verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
the quartet practiced in the park
and we sang dirges in the dark
the day, the music died. We vere singin'

Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry.
Them good ole' boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
singin': This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.

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

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume,
while the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
but we never got the chance.
'Cause the players tried to take the field,
the marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,
the day, the music, died. We started singin'

Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry.
Them good ole' boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
singin': This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.

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

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell,
could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night,
to light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
the day, the music, died. He was singin'

Bye bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry.
Them good ole' boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
singin': This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die.

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

And in the streets the children screamed,
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken,
the church bell all were broken.
And the three men I admire most,
the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,
they caught the last train for the coast,
the day, the music, died. And they were singin'

Bye bye, Miss American Pie,
Drove my chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry,
Them good ole' boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye,
singin': This'll be the day that I die.

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