Tabbed By J Brown
Full Song 100% Correct
Chords:
G 3 2 0
0 0 3
D/F# 2 0 0 2 3 2
Em 0 2 2 0 0 0
Am 0 0 2 2 1 0
C 0 3 2 0 1 0
D 0 0 0 2 3 2
Dsus 0 0 0 2 3 3
D(9) 0 0 0 2 3 0
A7 0 0 2 0 2 0
C/B 0 2 0 0 1 0
Am7 0 0 2 0 1 0
Verse 1/Intro
A long, long t
ime ago...
I can still re
member
How that music
used to make
me smile.
And I knew
if I had my ch
ance
That I could m
ake those peop
le dance
And, maybe, th
ey’d be happy
for a while.
But february m
ade me shiver
With every pap
er I’d deliver
.
Bad news on th
e doorstep;
I couldn’t tak
e one more ste
p.
I can’t rememb
er if I cried
When I read ab
out his widowe
d bride,
But something
touched me dee
p inside
The day the mu
sic died.
Chorus
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.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."
Verse 2
Did yo
u write the bo
ok of love,
And do you hav
e faith in God
above,
If the
Bible tells y
ou so?
Do you believe
in rock ’n ro
ll,
Can music save
your mortal s
oul,
And can you te
ach me how to
dance real slo
w?
Well, I know t
hat you’re in
love with him
`cause I saw y
ou dancin’ in
the gym.
You both kicke
d off your sho
es.
Man, I dig tho
se rhythm and
blues.
I was a lonely
teenage bronc
in’ buck
With a pink ca
rnation and a
pickup truck,
But I knew I w
/
as out of luck
The day the mu
sic died.
Chorus
I started sing
in’,
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
And Singin’, "
this’ll be the
day that I di
e.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."
Verse 3
Now for ten ye
ars we’ve been
on our own
And moss grows
fat on a roll
in’ stone,
But that’s not
how it used t
o be.
When the jeste
r sang for the
king and quee
n,
In a coat he b
orrowed from j
ames dean
And a voice th
at came from y
ou and me,
Verse 4
Oh, and while
the king was l
ooking down,
The jester sto
le his thorny
crown.
The courtroom
was adjourned;
No verdict was
returned.
And while Lenn
on read a book
on Marx,
The quartet ke
pt practice in
the park,
And we sang di
rges in the da
rk
The day the mu
sic died.
Chorus
We wer
e singing,
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
And Singin’, "
this’ll be the
day that I di
e.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."
Verse 5
Helter skelter
in a summer s
welter.
The birds flew
off with a fa
llout shelter,
Eight miles hi
gh and falling
fast.
It landed foul
#
on the grass.
The players tr
ied for a forw
ard pass,
With the jeste
r on the sidel
ines in a cast
.
Verse 6
Now the half-t
ime air was sw
eet perfume
While the serg
eants played a
marching tune
.
We all got up
to dance,
Oh, but we nev
er got the cha
nce!
As the players
tried to take
the field;
The marching b
and refused to
yield.
Do you recall
what was revea
led
The day the mu
sic died?
Chorus
We started sin
ging,
bye-bye, miss
american pie.
Drove my chevy
to the levee,
But the levee
was dry.
Them good old
boys were drin
kin’ whiskey a
nd rye
And Singin’, "
this’ll be the
day that I di
e.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."
Verse 7
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 sat
on a candlest
ick
Cause fire is
the devil’s on
ly friend.
Verse 8
Oh, and as I w
atched him on
the stage
My hands were
clenched in fi
sts of rage.
No angel born
in hell
Could break th
at satan’s spe
ll.
And as the fla
mes climbed hi
gh into the ni
ght
To Fight the s
acrificial lit
e,
I saw satan la
ughing with de
light
The day the mu
sic died
Chorus
He was singing
,
bye-bye, miss
american pie.
Drove my chevy
to the levee,
But the levee
was dry.
Them good old
boys were drin
kin’ whiskey a
nd rye
And Singin’, "
this’ll be the
day that I di
e.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."
Verse 9
I met a girl w
ho sang the bl
ues
And I asked he
r for some hap
py news,
But she just s
miled and turn
ed away.
I went down to
the sacred st
ore
Where I’d hear
d the music ye
ars before,
But the man th
ere said the m
usic wouldn’t
play.
Verse 10
And in the str
eets: the chil
dren screamed,
The lovers cri
ed, and the po
ets dreamed.
But not a word
was spoken;
The church bel
ls all were br
oken.
And the three
men I admire m
ost:
The father, so
n, and the hol
y ghost,
They caught th
e last train f
or the coast
The day the mu
sic died.
Chorus
And they were singing,
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.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."
Chorus/Outro
they were sing
ing,
bye-bye, miss
american pie.
Drove my chevy
to the levee,
But the levee
was dry.
Them good old
boys were drin
kin’ whiskey a
nd rye
Singin’, "this
’ll be the day
that I die.
"this’ll be th
e day that I d
ie."