American Pie Don McLean
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A
how that
And
that
and
But
with
I couldnʼt
I
when I
the
Chorus:
So,
drove my
were drinking
and do
Now do
can
Well I
ʼcause I
You
man I
I was a
with a
But
the
Chorus:
drove my
were drinking
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and
but
When the
Queen, in a
and a
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the
the
And while
the
the
Chorus:
drove my
were drinking
the
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the
with the
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while the
but
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the
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drove my
were drinking
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a
with
So come on,
ʼcause
And
my
could
And as the
I
the
Chorus:
drove my
were drinking
I
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but
where I
but the
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And they were
Chorus:
drove my
were drinking
And they were
drove my
were drinking
G
long, D
long Em
time ago,Am
I can still reC
member,how that
Em
music used to make me D
smile.And
G
I knew if D
I had Em
my chance,that
Am
I could make those C
people dance,and
Em
maybe theyʼd by C
happy for a D
while.But
Em
February made Am
me shiver,with
Em
every paper Iʼd Am
deliver.C
Bad news G
on the Am
doorstep;I couldnʼt
C
take one more steD
pI
G
canʼt reD
member if I Em
cried,when I
C
read about his D
widowed bride;G
something D
touched me Em
deep inside,the
C
day the D
music G
died.Chorus:
So,
G
bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die,Em
thisʼll be the day that I D
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 believe in Em
rock and roll,can
Am
music save C
your mortal soul?Em
And can you teach me A
how to dance D
real slow?Well I
Em
know that youʼre in D
love with him,ʼcause I
Em
saw you dancing D
in the gymYou
C
both kicked off your Am
shoes,man I
C
dig those rhythm and D
blues!I was a
G
lonely teenage Em
bronching buck,with a
Am
pink carnation and a C
pick-up truck.But
G
I knew I was Em
out of luckthe
C
day, the D
music G
diedC
.G
I started D
singing....Chorus:
G
Bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die,Em
thisʼll be the day that I D
die.Now for
G
ten years, weʼve been Am
on our own;and
C
moss grows fat on a Am
rolling stone,but
Em
thatʼs not how it D
used to be.When the
G
jester sang for the Em
King andQueen, in a
Am
coat he borrowed C
from James Dean,and a
Em
voice that A
came from you and D
meOh, and
Em
while the king was D
looking down,the
Em
jester stole his D
thorny crown;the
C
court room was adAm
journed,C
no verdict was reD
turned.And while
G
Lennon read a Em
book on Marx,the
Am
quartet practiced C
in the park;G
and we sang dirges Em
in the dark,the
C
day the D
music G
diedC
,G
we were D
singingChorus:
G
Bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die,Em
thisʼll be the day that I D
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 foul Em
on the grass,the
Am
players tried for a C
forward pass;with the
Em
jester on the A
sidelines in a D
castThe
Em
half time air was D
sweet perfume,while the
Em
sergeants played a D
marching tune;C
we all got up to Am
dance,but
C
we never got the D
chance.ʼCause
G
the players tried to Em
take the field,but
Am
the marching band C
refused to yieldG
Do you recall what Em
was revealed,the
C
day the D
music G
died?C
G
We started D
singingChorus:
G
Bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die,Em
thisʼll be the day that I D
die.Oh,
G
and 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,Am
Jack flash sat on a C
candlestick,ʼcause
Em
fire is the A
devilʼs only D
friend.And
Em
as I watched him D
on the stage,my
Em
hands were clenched in D
fists of rage.C
No angel born in Am
hell,could
C
break that Satan’s D
spellAnd as the
G
flames climbed high Em
into the night,Am
to light the sacriC
ficial rite;I
G
saw Satan laughing Em
with delight,the
C
day the D
music G
diedC
.G
We were D
singingChorus:
G
Bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die,Em
thisʼll be the day that I D
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 wouldnʼt D
play.And
Em
in the streets the Am
children screamed,Em
the lovers cried and Am
the 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 adEm
mire most:the
Am
Father, Son and the D
Holy GhostG
They caught the D
last train Em
for the coastthe
C
day, the D
music G
died.And they were
D
singingChorus:
G
Bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die,Em
thisʼll be the day that I D
die.And they were
D
singingG
Bye-C
bye, Miss G
American D
Pie,drove my
G
Chevy to the C
levee but theG
levee was D
dry. Them G
good ole C
boyswere drinking
G
whiskey and D
rye, singingEm
thisʼll be the day that I A
die
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