G#D#Fm7
A long, long time ago,
A#mC#Fm
I can still remember how that music
D#
Used to make me smile
G#D#Fm7
And I know if I had my chance,
A#mC#
That I could make those people dance
FmC#D#
And maybe theyʼd be happy for a while
FmA#m
But February made me shiver,
FmA#m
With every paper Iʼd deliver
C#G#A#m
Bad news on the doorstep,
C#D#
I couldnʼt take one more step
G#D#Fm
I canʼt remember if I cried
A#m7D#
When I read about his widowed bride
G#D#Fm
Something touched me deep inside
C#D#7G#C#G#
The day the music died
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G#C#G#D#
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
G#C#G#D#
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
G#C#G#D#
And them good old boys were drinkinʼ whiskey and rye
FmA#7
Singinʼ this will be the day that I die,
FmD#7
This will be the day that I die
G#A#m
Did you write the book of love
C#A#m
And do you have faith in god above,
FmD#
If the bible tells you so?
G#D#Fm
Do you believe in rock and roll
A#m7C#
Can music save your mortal soul
FmA#7D#
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
FmD#
Well I know that youʼre in love with him
FmD#
ʼCuz I saw you dancinʼ in the gym
C#G#A#7
You both kicked off your shoes,
C#D#7
Man I dig those rhythm and blues
G#D#Fm
I was a lonely teenage broncinʼ buck
A#mC#
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
G#D#FmC#
But I knew I was out of luck the day
D#7G#C#G#
The music died, I started singinʼ
Chorus:
G#C#G#D#
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
G#C#G#D#
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
G#C#G#D#
And them good old boys were drinkinʼ whiskey and rye
FmA#7
Singinʼ this will be the day that I die,
FmD#7
This will be the day that I die
G#A#m
Now for ten years weʼve been on our own,
C#A#m
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
FmD#
But thatʼs not how it used to be
G#D#Fm
When the jester sang for the king and queen
A#m7C#
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
FmA#7D#
In a voice that came from you and me
FmD#
And while the king was looking down,
FmD#
The jester stole his thorny crown
C#G#A#7C#D#7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
G#D#Fm
And while Lenin read a book on Marx,
A#mC#
The quartet practiced in the park
G#D#FmC#
And we sang dirges in the dark the day
D#7G#C#G#
The music died, we were singinʼ
Chorus:
G#C#G#D#
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
G#C#G#D#
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
G#C#G#D#
And them good old boys were drinkinʼ whiskey and rye
FmA#7
Singinʼ this will be the day that I die,
FmD#7
This will be the day that I die
G#A#m
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
C#A#m
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
FmD#
Eight miles high and fallinʼ fast
G#D#Fm
It landed foul on the grass
A#m7C#
The players tried for a forward pass,
FmA#7D#
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
FmD#
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume,
FmD#
While sergeants played a marching Tune
C#G#A#7C#D#7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
G#D#Fm
ʼCuz the players tried to take the field,
A#mC#
The marching band refused to yield
G#D#FmC#
Do you recall what was the feel the day
D#7G#C#G#
The music died, we started singinʼ
Chorus:
G#C#G#D#
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
G#C#G#D#
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
G#C#G#D#
And them good old boys were drinkinʼ whiskey and rye
FmA#7
Singinʼ this will be the day that I die,
FmD#7
This will be the day that I die
G#A#m
And there we were all in one place,
C#A#mFmD#
A generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
G#D#Fm
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
A#m7C#
Jack Flash sat on a candle
FmA#7D#
Stick, ʼcuz fire is the devilʼs only friend
FmD#
And as I watched him on the stage,
FmD#
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
C#G#A#7C#D#7
No angel born in Hell could bread that Satanʼs spell
G#D#Fm
And as the flames climbed high into the night
A#mC#
To light the sacrificial rite
G#D#FmC#
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day
D#7G#C#G#
The music died, he was singinʼ
Chorus:
G#D#Fm
I met a girl who sang the blues
A#mC#
And I asked her for some happy news,
FmD#
But she just smiled and turned away
G#D#Fm
I went down to the sacred store
A#mC#
Where Iʼd heard the music years before,
FmC#
But the man there said the music
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Wouldnʼt play
FmA#m
But in the streets the children screamed,
FmA#m
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
C#G#A#mC#D#
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
G#D#Fm
And the three men I admire most,
A#m7C#D#7
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
G#D#Fm
They caught the last train for the coast
A#m7D#7G#
The day the music died,
D#7
And they were singinʼ
Chorus:
G#D#Fm
I met a girl who sang the blues
A#mC#
And I asked her for some happy news,
FmD#
But she just smiled and turned away
G#D#Fm
I went down to the sacred store
A#mC#
Where Iʼd heard the music years before,
FmC#
But the man there said the music
D#
Wouldnʼt play
