Mclean Don – American Pie tab

   G      D    Em7       Am               C
A | long, long time ago | I can still remember how that | 

 Em                      D                G         D      Em7     (G)
| music used to make me smile |      And | I knew if I had my chance that |
 Am       (G)        C                 Em               C
| I could make those people dance and | maybe they'd be happy for a |

 D         Em             Am             Em                    Am  
| while   | But February made me shiver | with every newspaper I'd deliver |

 C        G      Am           C                  D
| Bad news on the doorstep I | couldn't take one more step I |

                                    (C)             (D7)
 G        D            Em   (G)     Am7             D
| can't remember if I cried when I | read about his widowed bride, But |

 G            D        Em                C  (Am7) D7      G    C    G  (D7)
| something touched me deep in-side the | day the music | died    |        |
                                                           Del Segna al Coda
                    (Play from Segna till it says to go to the Coda)

    Chorus ( in a slightly faster tempo )
   |*G    C            G           D                G        C
So |* bye-bye, Miss A_|_merican Pie Drove my Chevy | to the levee but the |

 G           D         G           C                G             D  TO CODA
| levee was dry. Them |good ole boys were drinking |whiskey and rye Singing |

  Em                         A7       Em                          D7
| this'll be the day that I | die    | This'll be the day that I | die |    |  

    Verses 1,2,3,4.

|G   |Am  |C    |Am   |Em    |D    |  %  |G  D  |Em   |Am7   |C   |Em    |     

|A7  |D   |  %  |Em   |D     |Em   |D    |C  G  |A7   |C     |D7  |G  D  | 
                                                | 1.2.3.
|Em  |Am  |C    |G  D |Em    |C    |D7   |G  C  |G  D7 *|       
| 4.

|G       D       |D   C   |G   D   |G   C   |G   D   |G   C   |G   D   |
| He was singing | etc.

|Em     |A7     |Em     |D7     |       

    For the 5th verse, play the prologue, adding the chords in (x) in and
substituting a chord for a previousey written one when you see   (C)
(Ie: play a C instaid of, not as well as, the Am7)

Also remember to go back to the slow strumming for the 5th verse.


 C                  D7           G    C     G
| This'll be the day that I die |              |

Verse Lyrics
Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be when the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that come form you and me
Oh and while the king was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a book on Marx the quartet practised in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

Helter Skelter in the summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout 
Eight miles high and falling fast, it lounded foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines 
    in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the Sergeants played a marching
We all got up to dance but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to 
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

And there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire id the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed higher into the night to light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news
But she just smile and turned away
I went down to the sacred store where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed the lovers cried and the poets 
But not a word was spoken the church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son and the Hoy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
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