[Verse 1]
F C/E Dm7
G long, long time ago,
Gm Bb Dm C
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
F C/E Dm7
And I know if I had my chance,
Gm Bb Dm Bb C
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
Dm Gm Dm Gm
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
Bb F Gm Bb C
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
F C/E Dm Gm7 C
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
F C Dm
Something touched me deep inside
Bb C7 F
The day the music died
[Chorus]
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Dm* G7* Dm* C7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 2]
F Gm
Did you write the book of love
Bb Gm Dm C
And do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so?
F C/E Dm
Do you believe in rock and roll
Gm7 Bb Dm G7 C
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Dm* C* Dm* C*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
Bb F G7 Bb C7
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
F C/E Dm Gm Bb
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
F C/E Dm Bb C7 F Bb F
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin'
[Chorus]
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Dm* G7* Dm* C7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 3]
F Gm
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
Bb Gm Dm C
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
F C/E Dm
When the jester sang for the king and queen
Gm7 Bb Dm G7 C
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
Dm* C* Dm* C*
And while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
Bb F G7 Bb C7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
F C/E Dm Gm Bb
And while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
F C/E Dm Bb C7 F Bb F
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'
[Chorus]
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Dm* G7* Dm* C7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 4]
F Gm
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
Bb Gm Dm C
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
F C/E Dm
It landed foul on the grass
Gm7 Bb Dm G7 C
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Dm* C* Dm* C*
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
Bb F G7 Bb C7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
F C/E Dm Gm Bb
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
F C/E Dm Bb C7 F Bb F
Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin'
[Chorus]
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Dm* G7* Dm* C7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 5]
F Gm
And there we were all in one place,
Bb Gm Dm C
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
F C/E Dm Gm7 Bb
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle
Dm G7 C
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend
Dm* C* Dm* C*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
Bb F G7 Bb C7
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
F C/E Dm Gm Bb
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
F C/E Dm Bb C7 F Bb F
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin'
[Chorus]
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Dm* G7* Dm* C7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
[Verse 6]
F C/E Dm
I met a girl who sang the blues
Gm Bb Dm C
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
F C/E Dm
I went down to the sacred store
Gm Bb Dm Bb
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
C
wouldn't play
Dm* Gm* Dm* Gm*
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
Bb F Gm Bb C
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
F C/E Dm Gm7 Bb C7
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
F C/E Dm Gm7 C7 F
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
N.C.
And they were singin'
[Chorus]
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Dm* G7* Dm* C7
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
F Bb F C
So bye, bye Miss Gmerican Pie
F Bb F C
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
F Bb F C
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Bb C7 F Bb F
Singin' this will be the day that I die.
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