G | D | Em7 | |
A | long, | long | time ago |
Am | C |
I can still re | member how that |
Em | D | |
M | usic used to make me | smile |
G | D | Em7 | |
And | I know | if I | had my chance |
Am | C | |
That | I could make those | people dance and |
Em | C | D |
Maybe they’d be | happy for a | while |
Em | Am | |
But | February | made me shiver |
Em | Am | |
Wwith | every paper | I’d deliver |
C | G | Am |
Bad news | on the | doorstep |
C | D | |
I | couldn’t take one more | step |
G | D | Em | |
I | can’t remem | ber if I | cried |
Am7 | D | |
When I | read about his | widowed bride |
G | D | Em |
Something | touched me | deep inside |
C | D7 | G | C | G | |
The | day the | music | died |
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 | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
Em | A7 | |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | Am |
Did you write the | book of love? |
C | Am | |
And do | you have faith in | god above |
Em | D |
If the bible | tells you so? |
G | D | Em |
Do you | believe in | rock and roll |
Am7 | C | |
Can | music save your | mortal soul |
Em | A7 | D | |
And can y | ou teach me | how to dance | real slow? |
Em | D | |
Well I | know that you’re in | love with him |
Em | D | |
‘Cause I | saw you dancin’ | in the gym |
C | G | A7 | |
You | both kicked | off your | shoes |
C | D7 | |
Man I | dig those rhythm and | blues |
G | D | Em | |
I was a | lonely | teenage | broncin’ buck |
Am | C | |
With a | pink carnation and a | pickup truck |
G | D | Em | |
But | I knew | I was | out of luck |
C | D7 | G | C | G | |
The | day the | music | die | d, | I started singin’ |
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 | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
Em | A7 | |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | Am | |
Now for t | en years we’ve been | on our own |
C | Am | Em | |
And mo | ss grows fat on a ro | lling stone |
D | |
But that’s not how it u | sed to be |
G | D | Em | |
When the j | ester s | ang for the ki | ng and queen |
Am7 | C | |
In a | coat he borrowed fr | om James Dean |
Em | A7 | D | |
In a v | oice that came from you | and me |
Em | D | |
And w | hile the king was lo | oking down |
Em | D | |
The | jester stole his th | orny crown |
C | G | A7 | |
The c | ourtroom | was adjourn | ed |
C | D7 | |
No | verdict was r | eturned |
G | D | Em | |
And while | Lenin rea | d a b | ook on Marx |
Am | C | |
The | quartet practiced | in the park |
G | D | Em | |
And | we sang d | irges i | n the dark |
C | D7 | G | |
The | day the mu | sic die | d |
C | G |
We | were singin’ |
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 | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
Em | A7 | |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | Am |
Helter skelter in a | summer swelter |
C | Am |
The birds flew off with | a fallout shelter |
Em | D |
Eight miles high and | fallin’ fast |
G | D | Em | |
It lan | ded | foul o | n the grass |
Am7 | C | |
The pl | ayers tried for a f | orward pass |
Em | A7 | D |
With the jester on the sideline | s in a | cast |
Em | D | |
Now the ha | lftime air was s | weet perfume |
Em | D | |
While | sergeants played a m | arching tune |
C | G | A7 |
We all got | up to dan | ce |
C | D7 | |
But | we never got the ch | ance |
G | D | Em | |
‘Cause the p | layers | tried to t | ake the field |
Am | C | |
The | marching band re | fused to yield |
G | D | Em | |
Do y | ou re | call what w | as the feel |
C | D7 | G | |
The | day the m | usic died | ? |
C | G | |
W | e s | tarted singin’ |
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 | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
Em | A7 | |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | Am | |
And t | here we were all | in one place |
C | Am | |
A ge | neration | lost in space |
Em | D |
With no time left to | start again |
G | D | Em | |
So come on J | ack be ni | mble, | Jack be quick |
Am7 | C | |
J | ack Flash sat on a c | andle |
Em | A7 | D | |
Stick, | ’cause fire is the devil’s only | friend |
Em | D | |
And a | s I watched him o | n the stage |
Em | D | |
My h | ands were clenched in f | ists of rage |
C | G | A7 | |
No | angel b | orn in H | ell |
C | D7 | |
Could b | read that Satan’s | spell |
G | D | Em | |
And as the | flames climbed h | igh int | o the night |
Am | C | |
To | light the sacrif | icial rite |
G | D | Em | |
I saw S | atan l | aughing with | delight |
C | D7 | G | C | |
The d | ay the | music d | ied |
G | |
H | e was singin’ |
G | C | G | D |
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 | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
Em | A7 | |
Singin’ | this’ll be the day that I | die |
Em | D7 |
This’ll be the day that I | die |
G | D | Em | |
I | met a | girl who | sang the blues |
Am | C | |
And I | asked her for some | happy news |
Em | D | |
But | she just smiled and turned a | way |
G | D | Em | |
I | went down | to the | sacred store |
Am | C | |
Where I’d | heard the music | years before |
Em | C | |
But the | man there said the | music |
D | |
Wouldn’t | play |
Em | Am | |
But | in the streets the | children screamed |
Em | Am | |
The | lovers cried and the | poets dreamed |
C | G | Am | |
But | not a | word was | spoken |
C | D | |
The | church bells all were | broken |
G | D | Em | |
And the | three men | I ad | mire most |
Am7 | C | D7 | |
The | Father, | Son, and the | Holy Ghost |
G | D | Em |
They caught the | last train | for the coast |
Am7 | D7 | G | |
The | day the | music | died |
D7 |
And they were singin’ |
G | C | G | D |
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 | good old | boys were drinkin’ | whiskey and | rye |
C | D7 | G | C | G | |
Singin’ | this’ll be the | day that I | die |