American Pie - Don McLean
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Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E
American Pie by DON McLEAN: Tabbed by Buenofine Calse
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(complete with correct lyrics and acoustic chords)
VERSE 1:
A long, long t
ime ago,
I can still re
member how tha
t music used t
o make me smil
e
And I know if
I had my chanc
e,
That I could m
ake those peop
le dance and m
aybe they'd be
happy for a w
hile
But February m
ade me shiver,
with every pa
per I'd delive
r
Bad news on th
e doorstep, I
couldn't take
one more step
I can't rememb
er if I cried
when I read ab
out his widowe
d bride
Something touc
hed me deep in
side,
The day the mu
sic died...
CHORUS 1:
So bye, bye Mi
ss American Pi
e
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This'
ll be the day
that I die, th
is will be the
day that I di
e."
VERSE 2:
Did you write
the Book of Lo
ve?
And do you hav
e faith in God
above, if the
Bible tells y
ou so?
Do you believe
in rock and r
oll?
Can music save
your mortal s
oul and can yo
u teach me how
to dance real
slow?
Well I know th
at you're in l
ove with him
'cause I saw y
ou dancin' in
the gym
You both kicke
d off your sho
es, man I dig
those rhythm a
nd blues
I was a lonely
teenage bronc
in' buck with
a pink carnati
on and a picku
p truck
But I knew I w
as out of luck
, the day the
music died, I
started singi
n'
CHORUS 2:
"Bye, bye Miss
American Pie"
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This'
ll be the day
that I die, th
is will be the
day that I di
e."
VERSE 3:
Now for ten ye
ars we've been
on our own,
and moss grows
fat on a roll
ing stone but
that's not how
it used to be
When the jeste
r sang for the
king and quee
n
in a coat he b
orrowed from J
ames Dean in a
voice that ca
me from you an
d me
Oh, and while
the king was l
ooking down, t
he jester stol
e his thorny c
rown
The courtroom
was adjourned,
no verdict wa
s returned
And while Leni
n read a book
on Marx, the q
uartet practic
ed in the park
And we sang di
rges in the da
rk, the day th
e music died,
we were singin
'
CHORUS 3:
"Bye, bye Miss
American Pie"
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This'
ll be the day
that I die, th
is will be the
day that I di
e."
VERSE 4:
Helter-skelter
in a summer s
welter
the birds flew
off with a fa
llout shelter,
eight miles h
igh and fallin
' fast
It landed foul
on the grass
the players tr
ied for a forw
ard pass, with
the jester on
the sidelines
in a cast
Now at halftim
e there was sw
eet perfume, w
hile sergeants
played a marc
hing tune
We all got up
to dance, but
we never got t
he chance
'cause the pla
yers tried to
take the field
, the marching
band refused
to yield
Do you recall
what was the f
eel, the day t
he music died?
we started s
ingin'
CHORUS 4;
"Bye, bye Miss
American Pie"
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This'
ll be the day
that I die, th
is will be the
day that I di
e."
VERSE 5:
Oh, and there
we were all in
one place,
a generation l
ost in space,
with no time l
eft to start a
gain
So come on, Ja
ck be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack Flash sa
t on a candles
tick
'cause fire is
the devil's o
nly friend
And as I watch
ed him on the
stage, my hand
s were clenche
d in fists of
rage
No angel born
in hell could
break that Sat
an's spell
And as the fla
mes climbed hi
gh into the ni
ght to light t
he sacrificial
rite
I saw Satan la
ughing with de
light, the day
the music die
d, he was sin
gin'
CHORUS 5:
"Bye, bye Miss
American Pie"
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This'
ll be the day
that I die, th
is will be the
day that I di
e."
INAL VERSE
I met a girl w
ho sang the bl
ues
And I asked he
r for some hap
py news, but s
he just smiled
and turned aw
ay
I went down to
the sacred st
ore
Where I'd hear
d the music ye
ars before, bu
t the man ther
e said the mus
ic wouldn't pl
ay
But in the str
eets the child
ren screamed,
the lovers cri
ed and the poe
ts dreamed
But not a word
was spoken, t
he church bell
s all were bro
ken
And the three
men I admire m
ost, the Fathe
r, Son, and th
e Holy Ghost
They caught th
e last train f
or the coast,
the day the mu
sic died,
And they were
singin'
LAST CHORUSES
"Bye, bye Miss
American Pie"
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This'
ll be the day
that I die, th
is will be the
day that I di
e."
And they were singin'...
"Bye, bye Miss
American Pie"
Drove my Chevy
to the levee
but the levee
was dry
And them good
old boys were
drinkin' whisk
ey and rye
Singin' "This
will be the da
y that I die."
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Disclaimer: This is just a modified version from the other contributors with some corrections.