American Pie
Don McLean
Ton : C
AG long,D long timEme ago...
AmI can still remCember how that Emmusic used to make me sDmile.
GAnd I knewD if I Emhad my chance tAmhat I could make thCose people dance,
andEm maybe they'd be Chappy for a Dwhile.
EmBut February mAmade me shiver WEmith every paper AmI'd deliver,
CBad newsG on the Amdoorstep. I Ccouldn't take one Dmore step.
I Gcan't reDmember ifEm I cried when IAm7 read about hisD widowed bride
GSomething toDuched me dEmeep inside The dCay the mD7usic diedG.C G
So bGye-byCe, Miss AmGerican PDie Drove my GChevy to the lCevee but the
lGevee was dDry, Them gGood ol'boCys were drinkin whiGskey and ryDe Singing
"EmThis'll be the day that I A7die, ThiEms'll be the day that I die.D7"
GDid you write the Ambook of love and do Cyou have faith in AmGod above,
If theEm Bible tells you Dso ? Now doG you beDlieve inEm rock 'n roll ?
CanAm music save yourC mortal soul ? AEmnd can you teach me how tA7o dance real D7slow ?
Well I Emknow that you're inAm love with him 'Cause IEm saw you dancingAm in the gym
You Cboth kickGed off yourA7 shoes, Man, CI dig those rhythm 'nD7'blues
I was a Glonely Dteenage bEmroncin'buck With a piAmnk carnation and a piCckup truck
ButG I knewD I wasEm out of luck The Cday the mD7usic diGedC G
GI started siD7nging...
So bGye-byCe, Miss AmGerican PDie Drove my GChevy to the lCevee but the
lGevee was dDry, Them gGood ol'boCys were drinkin whiGskey and ryDe Singing
"EmThis'll be the day that I A7die, ThiEms'll be the day that I die.D7"
Now for Gten years, we've beenAm on our own AndC moss grows fat on aAm rolling stone
EmBut that's not how it used to Dbe. When the jester Gsang fDor the King aEmnd Queen
in aAm coat he borrowed Cfrom James Dean And aEm voice that came fromA7 you andD7 me
Oh and Emwhile the king was Amlooking down The jesEmter stole his thoAmrny crown
the Ccourt room Gwas adA7journed No Cverdict was rD7eturned.
And while GLennon Dread aEm book on Marx The quartAmet practiced in Cthe park
Gand we sang dDirges Emin the dark The Cday the musicD7 died.G C G
GWe were singD7ing...
So bGye-byCe, Miss AmGerican PDie Drove my GChevy to the lCevee but the
lGevee was dDry, Them gGood ol'boCys were drinkin whiGskey and ryDe Singing
"EmThis'll be the day that I A7die, ThiEms'll be the day that I die.D7"
GHelter skelter Amin the summer swelter The biCrds flew off with theAm fallout shelter
EmEight miles high and falling Dfast__ It lGanded foul Don the gEmrass .
The Amplayers tried for a fCorward pass With theEm jester on the sidelinesA7 in a caD7st
NowEm the halftime air wAmas sweet perfume While sEmergeants played a mAmarching tune
weC all goGt up to A7dance___ Oh, buCt we never got D7the chance
'CauGse the plDayers tEmried to take the field, TAmhe marching bandC refused to yield.
GDo you rDecall whaEmt was revealed The day tChe music D7died ?G C G
GWe startedD7 singing
So bGye-byCe, Miss AmGerican PDie Drove my GChevy to the lCevee but the
lGevee was dDry, Them gGood ol'boCys were drinkin whiGskey and ryDe Singing
"EmThis'll be the day that I A7die, ThiEms'll be the day that I die.D7"
AndG there we were allAm in one place, AC generation Amlost in space
WitEmh no time left, to start Dagain. So come on JaGck be nDimble JaEmck be quick
AmJack flash sat on a Ccandlestick. 'Cause Emfire is the A7devil's only fD7riend
AndEm as I watched himAm on the stage MyEm hands were clenched inAm fists of rage
noC angelG born inA7 hell__ Could Cbreak that satan'sD7 spell
AnGd as the Dflames climbedEm high into the night To Amlight the sacrCificial rite
GI_ saw DSatan laughing Emwith delight The daCy the musD7ic diedG C G
GHe was singD7ing...
So Gbye-bCye, Miss AGmerican DPie Drove myG Chevy to the Clevee but the
Glevee was Ddry, Them Ggood ol'bCoys were drinkin whGiskey and rDye Singing
Em"This'll be the day that IA7 die, ThEmis'll be the day that I dieD7."
I Gmet a Dgirl whoEm sang the blues
I Amasked her for some hCappy news ButEm she just smiled and turned awayD
IG went Ddown to theEm sacred store. Where I'Amd heard the musiCc years before
But theEm man there said theC music wouldn'tD play
EmAnd in the streets tAmhe children screamed, EmThe lovers cried and Amthe poets dreamed .
But Cnot a Gword was Amspoken.The churcCh bells all were brokenD
And the tGhree menD I aEmdmire most : TheAm7 Father Son and HolyD Ghost
They Gcaught the Dlast trainEm for the coast The Cday the D7music dGiedC G
GAnd they were D7singing :
So Gbye-bCye, Miss AGmerican DPie Drove myG Chevy to the Clevee but the
Glevee was Ddry, Them Ggood ol'bCoys were drinkin whGiskey and rDye Singing
Em"This'll be the day that IA7 die, ThEmis'll be the day that I dieD7."
So Gbye-bCye, Miss AGmerican DPie Drove myG Chevy to the Clevee but the
Glevee was Ddry, Them Ggood ol'bCoys were drinkin whGiskey and rDye Singing
Em"This'll be the day that IA7 die, ThEmis'll be the day that I dieD7."
thCis'll be the dD7ay that I dGieC G