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American Pie piano chords by Don McLean

American Pie

Piano chords and lyrics for American Pie by Don McLean

VERSE

A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance

that

I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper

I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't

take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But

Something touched me deep inside

the day

The music Died

CHORUS

So bye-bye,

Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry

And them good old boys

Were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

VERSE

Did you write the book of love?

And do you have faith

in

God above?

If the Bible tells you so.

Now do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul?

And can you teach me how to dance real

slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him,

'Cause I

saw you dancin' in the gym.

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely

teenage broncin' buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck the day

The music died

CHORUS

I started singin' bye-bye,

Miss American pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee

but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

VERSE

Now for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone

But that's not 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 Lenin read a book on

Marx, A quartet practiced in the park.

And we sang dirges in the dark

the day

the music died.

CHORUS

We were singin' bye-bye,

Miss

American pie.

Drove my Chevy to the levee,

but the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin' this'll

be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

VERSE

Helter skelter in a scalp during the summer swelter

The birds 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

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume

while

the sergeants played a marching tune.

We all got up to dance,

Oh, but

we never got the chance.

'Cause the players tried to take the field,

the

marching band refused to yield.

Do you recall what was revealed

the day

the music died?

CHORUS

We started singin' bye-bye,

Miss American Pie

drove my

Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin'

This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

VERSE

Oh, and there we were all in one place,

a

generation lost in space

with no time left to start

again.

So come on,

Jack, be nimble.

Jack, be quick.

Jack

Flash sat on a candlestick,

'Cause fire is the

devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell

Could break that

Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite I saw

Satan laughing with delight

the day

The music died

CHORUS

He was singin' bye-bye

Miss

American Pie

Drove my

Chevy to the levee,

but

the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

VERSE

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 to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the 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

CHORUS

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' whiskey

and rye

Singin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

CHORUS

They were singin' bye-bye,

Miss American Pie.

Drove my Chevy to the levee,

but the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,

And singin' this'll be the day that I die.

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