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(Verse 3)
G Am
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
C Am Em D
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that’s not how it used to be
G D/F# Em
When the jester sang for the king and queen
Am7 C Em A7 D
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
Em D Em D
Oh, and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
C G/B A7 C D7
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
G D/F# Em Am C
And while Lennin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
G D/F# Em C D7 G C G D
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin’
(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 drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Em A7 Em D7
Singin’ this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
(Verse 4)
G Am
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
C Am Em D
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin’ fast
G D/F# Em
It landed foul on the grass
Am7 C Em A7 D
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Em D Em D
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
C G/B A7 C D7
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
G D/F# Em Am C
‘Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
G D/F# Em C D7 G C G D
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died, we started singin’
(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 drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Em A7 Em D7
Singin’ this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
(Verse 5)
G Am
And there we were all in one place
C Am Em D
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
G D/F# Em Am7 C
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick ‘cuz
Em A7 D
fire is the devil’s only friend
Em D Em D
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
C G/B A7 C D7
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan’s spell
G D/F# Em Am C
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
G D/F# Em C D7 G C G D
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin’
(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 drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Em A7 Em D7
Singin’ this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
(Verse 6)
G D/F# Em
I met a girl who sang the blues
Am C Em D
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
G D/F# Em
I went down to the sacred store
Am C Em C
Where I’d heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
D
wouldn’t play
Em Am Em Am
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
C G/B Am C D
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
G D/F# Em Am7 C D7
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
G D/F# Em C D7 G
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
And they were singin’
(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 drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Em A7 Em D7
Singin’ this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
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