Miss American Pie, Dom MacLean
A G long, D/F# long Em7 time ago, Am I can still re C member,
how that Em music used to make me D smile. G And I knew D/F# if I had Em my chance,
That Am I could make th C ose people dance, Em and maybe they'd C by happy for a D while.
Em But February Am made me shiver, Em with every paer Am I'd deliver.
C Bad news G/B on the Am doorstep; I C couldn't take one D more step
I G can't D/F# remember if I Em7 cried, when Am7 I read about his D widowed bride;
But G something D/F# touched me Em deep inside, the C day the D7 music G died C . G
Slowly
So, G bye- C bye, Miss A G merican D Pie, drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the
G levee was D dry. Them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye, singing
Em this'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D7 die.
G Did you write the Am book of love, and do C you have faith in Am God above,
Em if the Bible D tells you so Do G you beli D/F# eve in Em rock and roll,
can Am7 music save your C mortal soul? And Em can you teach me A7 how to dance real D7 slow?
Well I Em know that you're in D/F# love with him, 'cause I Em saw you dancing D/F# in the gym
You C both kicked G/B off your A7 shoes, man I C dig those rhythm and D7 blues!
I was a G lonely D teenage Em bronching buck,with a Am pink carnation and a C pick-up truck.
But G I knew D/F# I was Em out of luck the C day, the D7 music G died. C G
G I started D7 singing....
G bye- C bye, Miss A G merican D Pie, drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the
G levee was D dry. Them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye, singing
Em this'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D7 die.
G Now for ten years, we've been Am on our own; and C moss grows fat on a Am rolling stone,
Em but that's not how it used D/F# to be. When the G jester D/F# sang for Em the King and
Am Queen, in a Am7 coat he borrowed C from James Dean, and a Em voice that A7 came from D you and me
Oh, and Em while the king was D looking down, the Em jester stole his D thorny crown;
The C court room G/B was ad A7 journed, no C verdict was D7 returned.
And while G Lennon D/F# read a book on Marx, the Am court kept practice C in the park;
And G we sang D/F# dirges Em in the dark, the C day the D7 music G died C G ,
we were D7 singing
G bye- C bye, Miss A G merican D Pie, drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the
G levee was D dry. Them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye, singing
Em this'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D7 die.
G Helter skelter in a Am summer swelter, the C birds flew off with a Am fallout shelter;
Em eight miles high and falling D fast. It G landed D/F# foul Em on the grass,
The Am7 players tried C for a forward pass; but the Em jester A7 on the sidelines D in a cast
Now the Em half time air was D sweet perfume, while the Em sergeants played a D marching tune;
C we all got G/B up to A7 dance, but we C never got the D7 chance. 'Cause
The G players tried D/F# to Em take the field, but Am the marching band re C fused to yield
G Do you D/F# recall Em what was revealed, the C day the D7 music G died? C G
We started D7 singing
G bye- C bye, Miss A G merican D Pie, drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the
G levee was D dry. Them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye, singing
Em this'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D7 die.
G Oh, and there we were Am all in one place, a C generation Am lost in space;
Em with no time left, to D start again. So come on G Jack be nimble, Em jack be quick,
Jack Am7 flash sat on a C candlestick, 'cause Em fire is the A7 devil's only D7 friend.
Oh and Em as I watched him D on the stage, my Em hands were clenched in D fists of rage.
C No angel G born in A7 hell, could C break that Satan’s D7 spell
And as the G flames climbed D/F# high in Em to the night, to Am light the sacri C ficial rite;
I saw G Satan D/F# laughing Em with delight, the C day the D7 music G died. C G
We were D7 singing
G bye- C bye, Miss A G merican D Pie, drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the
G levee was D dry. Them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye, singing
Em this'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D7 die.
I G met a girl who Am sang the blues and, I C asked her for some Am happy news;
But Em she just smiled and turned D away.
I G went down to the Em sacred D/F# store, where I'd Em heard the music Am7 years before,
But the Em man there said the A7 music wouldn't D play. And in the Em streets
the children D screamed, the Em lovers cried and the poets D dreamed.
C But not a G word was A7 spoken, the C church bells all were D7 broken.
And the G three men I D/F# admire most: the Em Father, Am Son and the C Holy Ghost
They G caught the D/F# last train Em for the coast the C day, the D7 music G died. C G
And they were D7 singing
G bye- C bye, Miss A G merican D Pie, drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the
G levee was D dry. Them G good old C boys were drinking G whiskey and D rye, singing
Em this'll be the day that I A7 die, Em this'll be the day that I D7 die.
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