American Pie chords by Don Mclean (Ver. 3)

American Pie chords
Don McLean

 G   D  Em
A long, long time ago,
Am      C        Em      D
I can still remember, how that music used to make me smile.
  G      D   Em      Am         C
And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance,
  Em       C      D
and maybe they'd by happy for a while.
  Em    Am          Em     Am
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver.
C    G   Am     C       D
Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn't take one more step
 G    D   Em         Am       D
I can't remember if I cried, when I read about his widowed bride;
G     D     Em        C    D7  G  C G
something touched me deep inside, the day the music died.

  G  C     G    D       G      C
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
Em            A7  Em            D7
this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die.

G         Am,         C         Am
Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above,
    Em  D           G   D    Em
if the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll,
  Am       C         Em           A7     D7
can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
    Em         Am           Em       Am
Well I know that you're in love with him, 'cause I saw you dancing in the gym
  C  G        A7      C          D7
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues!
    G   D    Em           Am          C
I was a lonely teenage bronching buck, with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck.
   G  D   Em       C    D7  G C G
But I knew I was out of luck the day, the music died.
G     D7
I started singing....

G  C     G    D       G      C
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
Em            A7  Em            D7
this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die.

    G           Am       C          Am
Now for ten years, we've been on our own; and moss grows fat on a rolling stone,
  Em            D      G   D      Em
but that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the King and

      Am        C           Em          A7   D7
Queen, in a coat he borrowed from James Dean, and a voice that came from you and me

    Em         Am        Em        Am
Oh, and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown;
  C     G   A7     C       D7
the court room was adjourned, no verdict was returned.
     G   D   Em        Am        C
And while Lennon read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park;
G      D   Em        C    D7  G C G
and we sang dirges in the dark, the day the music died,
    D7
we were singing

G  C     G    D       G      C
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
Em            A7  Em            D7
this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die..

G       Am             C           Am
Helter skelter in the summer swelter, the birds flew off with a fallout shelter;
Em              D    G   D  Em
eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass,
  Am         C           Em           A7  D7
the players tried for a forward pass; with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
  Em        Am            Em         Am
The half time air was sweet perfume, while the sergeants played a marching tune;
  C    G   A7      C       D7
we all got up to dance, but we never got the chance. 'Cause
  G    D    Em           Am       C
the players tried to take the field, but the marching band refused to yield
  G   D     Em        C    D7  G C G
Do you recall what was revealed, the day the music died?
      D7
We started singing

G  C     G    D       G      C
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
Em            A7  Em            D7
this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die..

    G         Am       C     Am
Oh, and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space;
   Em           D         G    D    Em
with no time left, to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, jack be quick,
Am         C          Em     A7      D7
Jack flash sat on a candlestick, 'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
  Em        Am        Em           Am
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
  C   G    A7     C         D7
No angel born in hell, could break that Satan's spell
      G       D   Em        Am       C
And as the flames climbed high into the night, to light the sacrificial rite;
   G   D    Em        C    D7  G  C G
I saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.
    D7
We were singing

G  C     G    D       G      C
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
Em            A7  Em            D7
this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die..

 G   D    Em
I met a girl who sang the blues so,
 Am         C        Em         D
I asked her for some happy news; but she just smiled and turned away.
G   D      Em          Am       C
I went down to the sacred store, where I heard the music years before,
    Em         C       D     Em
but the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets
  Am           Em         Am
the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed.
  C   G    Am     C           D
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken.
    G     D  Em       Am         D
And the three men I admire most: the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
G        D     Em        C    D7  G
They caught the last train for the coast the day, the music died.
       D7
And they were singing

G  C     G    D       G      C
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
Em            A7  Em            D7
this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die..

       D7
And they were singing

G  C     G    D       G      C
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie, drove my Chevy to the levee but the
G     D     G    C         G      D
levee was dry. Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing
C       D7     G  C G
this'll be the day that I die


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