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American Pie - Don McClean          140 BPM

G (320003@1)   D (xx0232@1)  Em7
A long, long time ago, 
Am (x02210@1)          C (x32010@1)             Em (022000@1)                  D(strum) (xx0232@1)I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
    G (320003@1)    D (xx0232@1)  Em7
And I know if I had my chance,
     Am (x02210@1)               C (x32010@1)              Em (022000@1)            C (x32010@1)                D (xx0232@1)name="chord_xx0233@1">Dsus4 D (xx0232@1)name="chord_xx0230@1">Dsus2 DThat (xx0232@1)I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
Em (022000@1)            Am (x02210@1)            Em (022000@1)             Am (x02210@1)  But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)    Am (x02210@1)        C (x32010@1)               DBad (xx0232@1)news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
  G (320003@1)     D (xx0232@1)    Em (022000@1)              Am7 (x02010@1)          DI (xx0232@1)can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)        EmSomething (022000@1)touched me deep inside
    C (x32010@1)     D7 (xx0212@1)  G (320003@1)
The day the music died

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      DSo (xx0232@1)bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em (022000@1)                        A7 (x02020@1) Em (022000@1)                        D7 (xx0212@1)Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

G (320003@1)                 Am (x02210@1)    
  Did you write the book of love
       C (x32010@1)               Am (x02210@1)       Em (022000@1)            D (xx0232@1)           Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
And do you have faith in god above,    if the bible tells you so?
G (320003@1)                 Em (022000@1) Do you believe in rock and roll
    Am7 (x02010@1)          C (x32010@1)                  Em (022000@1)                A7 (x02020@1)       D (xx0232@1)   Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
       Em (022000@1)                D (xx0232@1)                   Em (022000@1)            DWell (xx0232@1)I know that you're in love with him  'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
    C (x32010@1)         G (320003@1)      A7 (x02020@1)         C (x32010@1)                  D7You (xx0212@1)both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
        G (320003@1)    D (xx0232@1)     Em (022000@1)                 Am (x02210@1)                 CI (x32010@1)was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
    G (320003@1)    D (xx0232@1)   Em (022000@1)            C (x32010@1)     D7 (xx0212@1)  G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)GBut (320003@1)I knew I was out of luck the day the music died,      I started singin'

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)  Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em (022000@1)                        A7 (x02020@1) Em (022000@1)                        D7Singin' (xx0212@1)this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

G (320003@1)                  Am (x02210@1)            
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
    C (x32010@1)                 Am (x02210@1)              Em (022000@1)                      D (xx0232@1)
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
          G (320003@1)    D (xx0232@1)         EmWhen (022000@1)the jester sang for the king and queen 
     Am7 (x02010@1)            C (x32010@1)                  Em (022000@1)                 A7 (x02020@1)    D (xx0232@1)name="chord_xx0233@1">Dsus4 D (xx0232@1)name="chord_xx0230@1">Dsus2 Din (xx0232@1)a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
    Em (022000@1)              D (xx0232@1)                Em (022000@1)             DAnd (xx0232@1)while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
    C (x32010@1)       G (320003@1)   A7 (x02020@1)        C (x32010@1)           D7The (xx0212@1)courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
          G (320003@1)   D (xx0232@1)    Em (022000@1)              Am (x02210@1)             CAnd (x32010@1)while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
    G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)   Em (022000@1)            C (x32010@1)       D7 (xx0212@1)   G (320003@1)C (x32010@1)GAnd (320003@1)we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died,       we were singin'

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      DSo (xx0232@1)bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em (022000@1)                        A7 (x02020@1) Em (022000@1)                        D7 (xx0212@1)Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

G (320003@1)            AmHelter (x02210@1)skelter in a summer swelter
    C (x32010@1)                   Am (x02210@1)            Em (022000@1)                 D (xx0232@1)             Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter,   eight miles high and fallin' fast
   G (320003@1)    D (xx0232@1)  EmIt (022000@1)landed foul on the grass
    Am7 (x02010@1)               C (x32010@1)           Em (022000@1)                   A7 (x02020@1)           D (xx0232@1)Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
       Em (022000@1)               D (xx0232@1)                  Em (022000@1)               DNow (xx0232@1)at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching Tune
C (x32010@1)        G (320003@1)      A7 (x02020@1)    C (x32010@1)              D7We (xx0212@1)all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
         G (320003@1)     D (xx0232@1)      Em (022000@1)                Am (x02210@1)            C'Cuz (x32010@1)the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
    G (320003@1)  D (xx0232@1)       Em (022000@1)             C (x32010@1)     D7 (xx0212@1)  G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)GDo (320003@1)you recall what was the feel the day the music died,      we started singin'

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      DSo (xx0232@1)bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em (022000@1)                        A7 (x02020@1) Em (022000@1)                        D7 (xx0212@1)Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

G (320003@1)               AmAnd (x02210@1)there we were all in one place,
  C (x32010@1)        Am (x02210@1)           Em (022000@1)                 D (xx0232@1)         Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
           G (320003@1)     D (xx0232@1)     Em (022000@1)           Am7 (x02010@1)               CSo (x32010@1)come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle 
       Em (022000@1)             A7 (x02020@1)         D (xx0232@1)    Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend

Em (022000@1)            D (xx0232@1)              Em (022000@1)                   DAnd (xx0232@1)as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
   C (x32010@1)   G (320003@1)     A7 (x02020@1)       C (x32010@1)                D7No (xx0212@1)angel born in Hell could bread that Satan's spell
           G (320003@1)            D (xx0232@1)    Em (022000@1)            Am (x02210@1)           CAnd (x32010@1)as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
      G (320003@1)   D (xx0232@1)      Em (022000@1)             C (x32010@1)     D7 (xx0212@1)  G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)GI (320003@1)saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died,     he was singin'

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      D (xx0232@1)  bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em (022000@1)                        A7 (x02020@1) Em (022000@1)                        D7Singin' (xx0212@1)this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

G (320003@1)   D (xx0232@1)      EmI (022000@1)met a girl who sang the blues
    Am (x02210@1)                 C (x32010@1)             Em (022000@1)                        DAnd (xx0232@1)I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
  G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1)    EmI (022000@1)went down to the sacred store
          Am (x02210@1)            C (x32010@1)                   Em (022000@1)               CWhere (x32010@1)I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
         Dwouldn't (xx0232@1)play
    Em (022000@1)               Am (x02210@1)                   Em (022000@1)                 AmBut (x02210@1)in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
    C (x32010@1)   G (320003@1)      Am (x02210@1)        C (x32010@1)                   DBut (xx0232@1)not aword (x02210@1)was spoken, the church bells all were broken                                     
        G (320003@1)       D (xx0232@1) Em (022000@1)           Am7 (x02010@1)   C (x32010@1)          D7And (xx0212@1)the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
     G (320003@1)        D (xx0232@1)        Em (022000@1)              Am7 (x02010@1)   D7 (xx0212@1)  GThey (320003@1)caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
  
And they were singin'

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      DBye, (xx0232@1)bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em (022000@1)                        A7 (x02020@1) Em (022000@1)                        D7 (xx0212@1)Dsus4 (xx0233@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D Dsus2 (xx0230@1)name="chord_xx0232@1">D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

they were singin'

G (320003@1)  C (x32010@1)      G (320003@1)      DBye, (xx0232@1)bye Miss American Pie
         G (320003@1)          C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)      DDrove (xx0232@1)my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         G (320003@1)      C (x32010@1)                G (320003@1)         DAnd (xx0232@1)them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        C (x32010@1)              D7 (xx0212@1)       G (320003@1) C (x32010@1) GSingin' (320003@1)this will be the day that I die
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