[Verse 1]
E B/D# C#m7
F# long, long time ago,
F#m A C#m B
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
E B/D# C#m7
And I know if I had my chance,
F#m A C#m A B
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
C#m F#m C#m F#m
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
A E F#m A B
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
E B/D# C#m F#m7 B
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
E B C#m
Something touched me deep inside
A B7 E
The day the music died
[Chorus]
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
C#m* F#7* C#m* B7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 2]
E F#m
Did you write the book of love
A F#m C#m B
And do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so?
E B/D# C#m
Do you believe in rock and roll
F#m7 A C#m F#7 B
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
C#m* B* C#m* B*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
A E F#7 A B7
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
E B/D# C#m F#m A
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
E B/D# C#m A B7 E A E
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin'
[Chorus]
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
C#m* F#7* C#m* B7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 3]
E F#m
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
A F#m C#m B
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
E B/D# C#m
When the jester sang for the king and queen
F#m7 A C#m F#7 B
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
C#m* B* C#m* B*
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
A E F#7 A B7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
E B/D# C#m F#m A
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
E B/D# C#m A B7 E A E
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'
[Chorus]
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
C#m* F#7* C#m* B7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 4]
E F#m
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
A F#m C#m B
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
E B/D# C#m
It landed foul on the grass
F#m7 A C#m F#7 B
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
C#m* B* C#m* B*
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
A E F#7 A B7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
E B/D# C#m F#m A
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
E B/D# C#m A B7 E A E
Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin'
[Chorus]
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
C#m* F#7* C#m* B7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 5]
E F#m
And there we were all in one place,
A F#m C#m B
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
E B/D# C#m F#m7 A
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle
C#m F#7 B
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend
C#m* B* C#m* B*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
A E F#7 A B7
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
E B/D# C#m F#m A
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
E B/D# C#m A B7 E A E
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin'
[Chorus]
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
C#m* F#7* C#m* B7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 6]
E B/D# C#m
I met a girl who sang the blues
F#m A C#m B
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
E B/D# C#m
I went down to the sacred store
F#m A C#m A
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
B
wouldn't play
C#m* F#m* C#m* F#m*
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
A E F#m A B
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
E B/D# C#m F#m7 A B7
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
E B/D# C#m F#m7 B7 E
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
N.C.
And they were singin'
[Chorus]
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
C#m* F#7* C#m* B7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
E A E B
So bye, bye Miss F#merican Pie
E A E B
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
E A E B
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
A B7 E A E
Singin' this will be the day that I die.
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