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-{title:American Pie}
-{subtitle:Don McLean}
-{Key: G}
-
-A [G]long, [D]long [Em7]time ago
-[Am]I can still re[C]member 
-How that m[Em]usic used to make me [D]smile 
-And [G]I know [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
-[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 one more [D]step
-I [G]can't remem[D]ber if I [Em]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]
-
-
-{c:Chorus}
-
-So [G]bye, [C]bye Miss [G]American [D]Pie
-Drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levy but the [G]levy was [D]dry
-And them [G]good old [C]boys were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye
-Singin' [Em]this will be the day that I [A7]die
-[Em]This will 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?
-[G]Do you [D]believe in [Em]rock and roll
-Can [Am7]music save your[C] mortal soul
-And can y[Em]ou teach me how to dance[A7] real slow[D]?
-
-Well I [Em]know that you're in [D]love with him
-'Cuz I [Em]saw you dancin' [D]in the gym
-You [C]both kicked [G]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]pickup truck
-But [G]I knew [D]I was [Em]out of luck the [C]day
-The [D7]music [G]die[C]d, [G]I started singin'
-
-{c:Chorus}
-
-Now for ten years we've been on our own,
-And moss grows fat on a rolling 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
-In a voice that came from you and me
-And while the king was looking down
-The jester stole his thorny crown
-The courtroom was adjourned
-No verdict was returned
-And while Lenin read a book on Marx
-The quartet practiced in the park
-And we sang dirges in the dark
-The day the music died, we were singin'
-
-{c:Chorus}
-
-Helter skelter in a summer swelter
-The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
-Eight miles high and fallin' fast
-It landed foul on the grass
-The players tried for a forward pass
-With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
-Now at halftime there was sweet perfume
-While 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 the feel 
-The day the music died, we started singin'
-
-{c:Chorus}
-
-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
-'Cuz fire is the devil's only friend 
-And as I watched him on the stage
-My hands were clenched in fists of rage
-No angel born in Hell
-Could bread 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 singing
-
-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'd heard the music years before
-but the man there  
-Said the music wouldn't play
-But in the streets the children screamed
-The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
-But not a word was spoken
-The church bells 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 singing
-
-{c:Chorus}
-
-So bye, bye Miss American Pi
-Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
-And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
-Singin' this will be the day that I die.    
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