[Verse 1]
A E/G# F#m7
B long, long time ago,
Bm D F#m E
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
A E/G# F#m7
And I know if I had my chance,
Bm D F#m D E
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
F#m Bm F#m Bm
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
D A Bm D E
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
A E/G# F#m Bm7 E
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
A E F#m
Something touched me deep inside
D E7 A
The day the music died
[Chorus]
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
F#m* B7* F#m* E7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 2]
A Bm
Did you write the book of love
D Bm F#m E
And do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so?
A E/G# F#m
Do you believe in rock and roll
Bm7 D F#m B7 E
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
F#m* E* F#m* E*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
D A B7 D E7
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
A E/G# F#m Bm D
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
A E/G# F#m D E7 A D A
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin'
[Chorus]
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
F#m* B7* F#m* E7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 3]
A Bm
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
D Bm F#m E
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
A E/G# F#m
When the jester sang for the king and queen
Bm7 D F#m B7 E
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
F#m* E* F#m* E*
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
D A B7 D E7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
A E/G# F#m Bm D
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
A E/G# F#m D E7 A D A
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'
[Chorus]
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
F#m* B7* F#m* E7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 4]
A Bm
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
D Bm F#m E
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
A E/G# F#m
It landed foul on the grass
Bm7 D F#m B7 E
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
F#m* E* F#m* E*
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
D A B7 D E7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
A E/G# F#m Bm D
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
A E/G# F#m D E7 A D A
Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin'
[Chorus]
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
F#m* B7* F#m* E7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 5]
A Bm
And there we were all in one place,
D Bm F#m E
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
A E/G# F#m Bm7 D
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle
F#m B7 E
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend
F#m* E* F#m* E*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
D A B7 D E7
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
A E/G# F#m Bm D
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
A E/G# F#m D E7 A D A
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin'
[Chorus]
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
F#m* B7* F#m* E7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 6]
A E/G# F#m
I met a girl who sang the blues
Bm D F#m E
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
A E/G# F#m
I went down to the sacred store
Bm D F#m D
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
E
wouldn't play
F#m* Bm* F#m* Bm*
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
D A Bm D E
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
A E/G# F#m Bm7 D E7
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
A E/G# F#m Bm7 E7 A
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
N.C.
And they were singin'
[Chorus]
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
F#m* B7* F#m* E7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
A D A E
So bye, bye Miss Bmerican Pie
A D A E
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
A D A E
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
D E7 A D A
Singin' this will be the day that I die.
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