Don McLean - American Pie

A Glong, Dlong Em7time ago

AmI can still reCmember how that

MEmusic used to make me Dsmile

And GI know Dif I Em7had my chance

That AmI could make those Cpeople dance and

EmMaybe they’d be Chappy for a Dwhile

But EmFebruary Ammade me shiver

Wwith Emevery paper AmI’d deliver

CBad news Gon the Amdoorstep

I Ccouldn’t take one more Dstep

I Gcan’t rememDber if I Emcried

When I Am7read about his Dwidowed bride

GSomething Dtouched me Emdeep inside

The Cday the D7music GdiedCG

GDid you write the Ambook of love?

And do Cyou have faith in Amgod above

EmIf the bible Dtells you so?

GDo you Dbelieve in Emrock and roll

Can Am7music save yourCmortal soul

And can yEmou teach me A7how to dance Dreal slow?

Well I Emknow that you’re in Dlove with him

‘Cause I Emsaw you dancin’ Din the gym

You Cboth kicked Goff your A7shoes

Man I Cdig those rhythm and D7blues

I was a Glonely Dteenage Embroncin’ buck

With a Ampink carnation and a Cpickup truck

But GI knew DI was Emout of luck

The Cday the D7music GdieCd, GI started singin’

Now for tGen years we’ve been Amon our own

And moCss grows fat on a roAmlling stoneEm

But that’s not how it uDsed to be

When the jGester sDang for the kiEmng and queen

In a Am7coat he borrowed frCom James Dean

In a vEmoice that came from you A7and meD

And wEmhile the king was loDoking down

The Emjester stole his thDorny crown

The cCourtroom Gwas adjournA7ed

NoCverdict was rD7eturned

And while GLenin reaDd a bEmook on Marx

The Amquartet practiced Cin the park

And Gwe sang dDirges iEmn the dark

The Cday the muD7sic dieGd

CWe Gwere singin’

GHelter skelter in a Amsummer swelter

CThe birds flew off withAma fallout shelter

EmEight miles high and Dfallin’ fast

It lanGded Dfoul oEmn the grass

The plAm7ayers tried for a fCorward pass

EmWith the jester on the sidelineA7s in a Dcast

Now the haEmlftime air was sDweet perfume

While Emsergeants played a mDarching tune

CWe all got Gup to danA7ce

But Cwe never got the chD7ance

‘Cause the pGlayers Dtried to tEmake the field

The Ammarching band reCfused to yield

Do yGou reDcall what wEmas the feel

The Cday the mD7usic diedG?

WCe sGtarted singin’

And tGhere we were all Amin one place

A geCneration Amlost in space

EmWith no time left toDstart again

So come on JGack be niDmble,EmJack be quick

JAm7ack Flash sat on a cCandle

Stick, Em‘cause fire is the devil’s only A7friendD

And aEms I watched him oDn the stage

My hEmands were clenched in fDists of rage

No Cangel bGorn in HA7ell

Could bCread that Satan’s D7spell

And as the Gflames climbed hDigh intEmo the night

To Amlight the sacrifCicial rite

I saw SGatan lDaughing withEmdelight

The dCay the D7music dGiedC

HGe was singin’

I Gmet a Dgirl who Emsang the blues

And I Amasked her for some Chappy news

But Emshe just smiled and turned aDway

I Gwent down Dto the Emsacred store

Where I’d Amheard the music Cyears before

But the Emman there said the Cmusic

Wouldn’t Dplay

But Emin the streets the Amchildren screamed

The Emlovers cried and the Ampoets dreamed

But Cnot a Gword was Amspoken

The Cchurch bells all were Dbroken

And the Gthree men DI adEmmire most

The Am7Father, CSon, and the D7Holy Ghost

GThey caught the Dlast train Emfor the coast

The Am7day the D7music Gdied

D7And they were singin’