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American Pie [G]Don MacLean

Some verses removed

A G long, D long Em7 time ago, Am I can still re-Cmember how
That Em music used to D make me smile. D7
I G knew 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.
But Em February Am made me shiver, Em with every paper Am I'd deliver,
C Bad news G on the Am doorstep, I C couldn't take one D more step.
I G can't re-Dmember Em7 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.

Chorus
So G Bye - C bye, Miss A-Gmerican D Pie,
drove my G chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry,
Them G good ole' C boys were drinkin' G whiskey and D rye, singin'
Em This'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D die. D7

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? D7
Now do G you be-Dlieve in Em7 rock and roll,
can Am music save your C mortal soul and
Em Can you teach me A7 how to dance real D slow?
Well, I Em know that you're in D love with him,
`cause I Em saw you dancing 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 Em7 broncin' buck
with a Am pink carnation and a C pick up truck,
but G I knew D I was Em out of luck the C day, the D7 music, G died. C G

Chorus
So G Bye - C bye, Miss A-Gmerican D Pie,
drove my G chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry,
Them G good ole' C boys were drinkin' G whiskey and D rye, singin'
Em This'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D die. D7

G I met a D girl who Em7 sang the blues and I Am asked her for some C happy news,
but Em she just smiled and D turned away. D7
G I went D down to the Em7 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 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 ad-Em7mire most, the Am Father, Son and the D Holy Ghost,
they G caught the D last train Em7 for the coast, the C day, the Am mu-D7sic, G died.

D And they were singin'....

Chorus
G Bye - C bye, Miss A-Gmerican D Pie,
drove my G chevy to the C levee but the G levee was D dry,
Them G good ole' C boys were drinkin' G whiskey and D rye, singin'
C This'll be the D day that I G die C G

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