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American Pie Don McLean

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AGlong D long e7time ago aI can still reCmember
how that e music used to make me Dsmile
And G I knew D if I had e7 my chance, that a I could make those C people dance
and e maybe they'd be C happy for a D while?

But February amade me shiver e with every paper
a I'd deliver
C Bad news G B on the a doorstep, I C couldn't take one D more step
I G can't reDmember if I ecried , when I a7 read about his Dwidowed bride
But G something D touched me deep inside
The C Day the G died....C G

So

GByeCbye Miss AGmerican DPie
Drove my Gchevy to theClevy,but theGlevy wasDdry
And them G good oldCboys drinking Gwhiskey and Drye
Singin' e this could be the day that I A7die
ethis could be the day that ID7 die...

G Did you write theabook of love and do Cyou have faith in a God above
e if the Bible Dtells you so?
Do G you beDlieve in e Rock'n Roll?
Can a7 music save your C mortal soul?
And ecan you teach me A7 how to dance in real?

Well I eknow that you're in D love with him'
cause I e saw you dancing Din the gym...
You C both G B kicked off your A7 shoes
Man I Cdig those rythmy D7 blues
I was a G lonely teenage e broncing buck
With a apink carnation and a Cpickup truck
Buy G I knew D I was e out of luck
The C Day the DMusic Gdied C


Now for ten years we've been on our own
and the moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's noe how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book of Marx
The court kept practise in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The Day, the Music died...

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter,
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
But the jester's on the sidelines...

Now the half-time airwas sweet perfume
while the sargeants played a marching
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yell
Do you recall what was reveiled
the Day the Music died?


Oh, there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time to start again
So come on, Jack, be nimble Jack be quick
Jack Flash say on a candlestick
cause fire is the Devil's thing

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rag
No angel born in hell could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high in to the night
To light the sacrifical rit
I saw Satan laughing with delight
the Day the Music died

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down the sacred store
Where I'd heard the misic years before
But the man said the music was dead

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamt
But not a word was spoken
The Church bells all were broken
And three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The Day the Music died




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