[Verse 1]
D A/C# Bm7
E long, long time ago,
Em G Bm A
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
D A/C# Bm7
And I know if I had my chance,
Em G Bm G A
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
Bm Em Bm Em
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
G D Em G A
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
D A/C# Bm Em7 A
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
D A Bm
Something touched me deep inside
G A7 D
The day the music died
[Chorus]
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bm* E7* Bm* A7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 2]
D Em
Did you write the book of love
G Em Bm A
And do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so?
D A/C# Bm
Do you believe in rock and roll
Em7 G Bm E7 A
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Bm* A* Bm* A*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
G D E7 G A7
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
D A/C# Bm Em G
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
D A/C# Bm G A7 D G D
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin'
[Chorus]
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bm* E7* Bm* A7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 3]
D Em
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
G Em Bm A
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
D A/C# Bm
When the jester sang for the king and queen
Em7 G Bm E7 A
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
Bm* A* Bm* A*
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
G D E7 G A7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
D A/C# Bm Em G
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
D A/C# Bm G A7 D G D
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'
[Chorus]
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bm* E7* Bm* A7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 4]
D Em
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
G Em Bm A
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
D A/C# Bm
It landed foul on the grass
Em7 G Bm E7 A
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Bm* A* Bm* A*
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
G D E7 G A7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
D A/C# Bm Em G
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
D A/C# Bm G A7 D G D
Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin'
[Chorus]
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bm* E7* Bm* A7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 5]
D Em
And there we were all in one place,
G Em Bm A
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
D A/C# Bm Em7 G
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle
Bm E7 A
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend
Bm* A* Bm* A*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
G D E7 G A7
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
D A/C# Bm Em G
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
D A/C# Bm G A7 D G D
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin'
[Chorus]
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bm* E7* Bm* A7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 6]
D A/C# Bm
I met a girl who sang the blues
Em G Bm A
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
D A/C# Bm
I went down to the sacred store
Em G Bm G
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
A
wouldn't play
Bm* Em* Bm* Em*
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
G D Em G A
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
D A/C# Bm Em7 G A7
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
D A/C# Bm Em7 A7 D
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
N.C.
And they were singin'
[Chorus]
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bm* E7* Bm* A7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
D G D A
So bye, bye Miss Emerican Pie
D G D A
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
D G D A
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
G A7 D G D
Singin' this will be the day that I die.
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