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American Pie Ė Don Mclean - 60 bpm


A
G
long,
D
long
Em
time ago,

Am
I can

still re
C
member

how

that
Em
music

made me
D
smile.




And I
G
knew
D
if I
Em
had my

chance that
Am
I could

make those
C
people

dance,

Em
and maybe,

theyíd be
A
happy

for a
D
while.




But
Em
Febru

ary
Am
made me

shiver with
Em
every

paper
Am
Iíd deliver.


C
Bad news
G
on the
Am
doorstep;

I couldnít
C
take

one more
D
step.


I
G
canít re
D
member
Em
if I

cried when I
Am
read

about his
D
widowed

bride,

But
G
something
D
touched me
Em
deep in

side the
C
day

the
D
music


G
died.
C -
G -
D


So
G
bye-
C
bye, miss Am
G
erican
D
pie. Drove my
G
chevy to the
C
levee, but the
G
levee was
D
dry.

Them
G
good old
C
boys were drinkiní
G
whiskey and
D
rye singiní,
Em
thisíll be the

day that I
A
die.


Em
Thisíll 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 a

bove,

Em
... if the

Bible
D
tells you

so?



Do
G
you be
D
lieve in
Em
rock ín

roll, can
Am
music

save your
C
mortal

soul,

Em
can you

teach me
A
how to

dance real
D
slow?




Well, I
Em
know that

youíre in
Am
love with

him cause I
Em
saw you

danciní
Am
in the

gym.

You
C
both kicked
G
off your
Am
shoes.

Man, I
C
dig those

rhythm and
D
blues.


I was a
G
lonely
D
teenage
Em
bronciní

buck with a
Am
pink car

nation and a
C
pickup

truck,

But I
G
knew
D
I was
Em
out of

luck the
C
day the

D
music


G
died.
C -
G -
D


Now for
G
ten years

weíve been
Am
on our

own and
C
moss grows

fat on a
Am
rolliní

stone,

but
Em
thatís not

how it
D
used to

be.



When the
G
jester
D
sang for the
Em
king &

queen, in a
Am
coat he

borrowed
C
from James

Dean and a

Em
voice that

A
came from

you &
D
me,




Oh, and
Em
while the

king was
Am
looking

down, the
Em
jester

stole his
Am
thorny

crown.

The
C
courtroom
G
was ad
Am
journed;

No
C
verdict

was re
D
turned.


And
G
while 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

D
music


G
died.
C -
G -
D


G
Helter

skelter
Am
in a summer

swelter. The
C
birds flew

off with a
Am
fallout

shelter,

Em
eight miles

high and
D
falling

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
A
sidelines

in a
D
cast.




Now the
Em
half-time

air was
Am
sweet per

fume, while the
Em
sergeants

played a
Am
marching

tune.

We
C
all got
G
up to
Am
dance, oh,

but we
C
never

got the
D
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 re

vealed the
C
day the

D
music


G
died.
C -
G -
D


Oh, and
G
there we

were all
Am
in one

place, a
C
gener

ation
Am
lost in

space

with
Em
no time

left to
D
start a

gain


so come on

G
jack be
D
nimble,
Em
jack be

quick!
Am
Jack flash

sat on a
C
candle

stick

Em
cause

fire is the
A
devilís

only
D
friend.




Oh, and
Em
as I

watched him
Am
on the

stage my
Em
hands were

clenched in
Am
fists of

rage.

C
No angel
G
born in
Am
hell

C
could break that

satanís
D
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 de

light the
C
day the

D
music


G
died.
C -
G -
D


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 a

way.



I
G
went down
D
to the
Em
sacred

store where Iíd
Am
heard the

music
C
years be

fore,

but the
Em
man there

said the
A
music

wouldnít
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
word was
Am
spoken;

the
C
church bells

all were
D
broken.


And the
G
three men
D
I adm
Em
ire

most: the
Am
father,

son, and the
C
holy ghost,


They
G
caught the
D
last train
Em
for the

coast the
C
day the

D
music


G
died.
C -
G -
and they were
D
singing

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