American Pie Don McLean
American Pie chords
Don McLean
A [G]long, [D]long [Em]time ago,
[Am]I can still re[C]member, how that [Em]music used to [D]make me smile.
And [G]I knew if I [D]had my [Em]chance, that [Am]I could make those [C]people dance,
and [Em]maybe they'd by [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]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 [Am]read about his [D]widowed bride;
[G]something [D]touched me [Em]deep inside, the [C]day the [D7]music [G]died[C]. [G]
So, [G]bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[Em]this'll be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.
G Am, C Am
Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above,
if the [Em]Bible [D]tells you so? Now do [G]you be[D]lieve in [Em]rock and roll,
can [Am]music save your [C]mortal soul? And [Em]can you teach me how to [A7]dance real [D7]slow?
Well I [Em]know that you're in [Am]love with him, 'cause I [Em]saw you dancing [Am]in the gym
You [C]both [G]kicked off your [A7]shoes, man I [C]dig those rhythm and [D7]blues!
I was a [G]lonely [D]teenage [Em]bronching buck, with a [Am]pink carnation and a [C]pick-up truck.
But I [G]knew [D]I was [Em]out of luck the [C]day, the [D7]music [G]die[C]d.[G]
[G]I started [D7]singing....
[G]Bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[Em]this'll be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die.
Now for [G]ten years, we've been [Am]on our own; and [C]moss grows fat on a [Am]rolling stone,
but [Em]that's not how it used to [D]be. When the [G]jester [D]sang for the [Em]King and
Queen, in a [Am]coat he borrowed [C]from James Dean, and a [Em]voice that came from [A7]you and [D7]me
Oh, and [Em]while the king was [Am]looking down, the [Em]jester stole his [Am]thorny crown;
the [C]court room [G]was ad[A7]journed, no [C]verdict was re[D7]turned.
And while [G]Lennon [D]read a [Em]book on Marx, the [Am]quartet practiced [C]in the park;
[G]and we sang [D]dirges [Em]in the dark, the [C]day the [D7]music [G]die[C]d,[G]
we were [D7]singing
[G]Bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[Em]this'll be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die..
[G]Helter skelter [Am]in the summer swelter, the [C]birds flew off with a [Am]fallout shelter;
[Em]eight miles high and falling [D]fast. It [G]landed [D]foul [Em]on the grass,
the [Am]players tried for a [C]forward pass; with the [Em]jester on the sidelines [A7]in a [D7]cast
The [Em]half time air was [Am]sweet perfume, while the [Em]sergeants played a [Am]marching tune;
we [C]all got [G]up to [A7]dance, but we [C]never got the [D7]chance. 'Cause
the [G]players [D]tried to [Em]take the field, but 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]die[C]d?[G]
We started [D7]singing
[G]Bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[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 start a[D]gain. So come on, [G]Jack be [D]nimble, [Em]jack be quick,
[Am]Jack flash sat on a [C]candlestick, 'cause [Em]fire is the [A7]devil's only [D7]friend.
And [Em]as I watched him [Am]on the stage, my [Em]hands were clenched in [Am]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]
We were [D7]singing
[G]Bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[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 so,
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 store, where I [Am]heard the 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 l[Em]overs cried and the [Am]poets dreamed.
But [C]not a [G]word was [Am]spoken, the [C]church bells all were [D]broken.
And the [G]three men [D]I ad[Em]mire most: the [Am]Father, Son and the [D]Holy Ghost
[G]They caught the [D]last train [Em]for the coast the [C]day, the [D7]music [G]died.
And they were [D7]singing
[G]Bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[Em]this'll be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this'll be the day that I [D7]die..
And they were [D7]singing
[G]Bye-[C]bye, Miss [G]American [D]Pie, drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the
[G]levee was [D]dry. Them [G]good ole [C]boys were drinking [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singing
[C]this'll be the [D7]day that I [G]die[C] [G]
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