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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<pre>Song : American Pie Chords
* - strum once


[Verse 1]

  <b>G</b>     <b>D/F#</b>    <b>Em7</b>
A long, long time ago,
<b>Am</b>            <b>C</b>                  <b>Em</b>                  <b>D</b>
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
    <b>G</b>      <b>D/F#</b>   <b>Em7</b>
And I knew if I had my chance,
     <b>Am</b>                 <b>C</b>                <b>Em</b>              <b>C</b>            <b>D</b>
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
    <b>Em</b>       <b>Am</b>              <b>Em</b>                 <b>Am</b>
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
<b>C</b>        <b>G</b>      <b>Am</b>             <b>C</b>                     <b>D</b>
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
  <b>G</b>          <b>D/F#</b>     <b>Em</b>           <b>Am7</b>            <b>D</b>
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
<b>G</b>         <b>D</b>          <b>Em</b>
Something touched me deep inside
    <b>C</b>      <b>D7</b>      <b>G</b>
The day the music died


[Chorus]

   <b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>Em</b>*                         <b>A7</b>*   <b>Em</b>*                         <b>D7</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die


[Verse 2]

<b>G</b>                 <b>Am</b>
Did you write the book of love
       <b>C</b>                 <b>Am</b>         <b>Em</b>           <b>D</b>
And do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so?
<b>G</b>      <b>D/F#</b>        <b>Em</b>
Do you believe in rock and roll
    <b>Am7</b>            <b>C</b>              <b>Em</b>                 <b>A7</b>           <b>D</b>
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
       <b>Em</b>*                  <b>D</b>*                   <b>Em</b>*             <b>D</b>*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
    <b>C</b>           <b>G</b>        <b>A7</b>           <b>C</b>                    <b>D7</b>
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
        <b>G</b>      <b>D/F#</b>     <b>Em</b>                   <b>Am</b>                   <b>C</b>
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
    <b>G</b>     <b>D/F#</b>    <b>Em</b>              <b>C</b>       <b>D7</b>    <b>G</b>  <b>C</b>  <b>G</b>
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin'


[Chorus]

<b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>Em</b>*                         <b>A7</b>*   <b>Em</b>*                         <b>D7</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die


[Verse 3]

         <b>G</b>                   <b>Am</b>
Now for ten years we've been on our own,
      <b>C</b>                   <b>Am</b>          <b>Em</b>                     <b>D</b>
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
          <b>G</b>     <b>D/F#</b>            <b>Em</b>
When the jester sang for the king and queen 
     <b>Am7</b>                <b>C</b>                   <b>Em</b>             <b>A7</b>          <b>D</b>
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
         <b>Em</b>*                 <b>D</b>*               <b>Em</b>*                 <b>D</b>*
Oh, and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
     <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>          <b>A7</b>    <b>C</b>             <b>D7</b>
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
          <b>G</b>         <b>D/F#</b>  <b>Em</b>             <b>Am</b>           <b>C</b>
And while Lennon read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
    <b>G</b>        <b>D/F#</b>   <b>Em</b>             <b>C</b>         <b>D7</b>     <b>G</b>  <b>C</b>  <b>G</b>
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin'


[Chorus]

<b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>Em</b>*                         <b>A7</b>*   <b>Em</b>*                         <b>D7</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die


[Verse 4]

<b>G</b>                   <b>Am</b>
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
<b>C</b>                      <b>Am</b>                 <b>Em</b>                     <b>D</b>
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
      <b>G</b>   <b>D/F#</b>  <b>Em</b>
It landed foul on the grass
      <b>Am7</b>                <b>C</b>            <b>Em</b>                             <b>A7</b>     <b>D</b>
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
         <b>Em</b>*               <b>D</b>*                  <b>Em</b>*                 <b>D</b>*
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
<b>C</b>          <b>G</b>        <b>A7</b>      <b>C</b>                  <b>D7</b>
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
          <b>G</b>      <b>D/F#</b>      <b>Em</b>                 <b>Am</b>              <b>C</b>
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
    <b>G</b>    <b>D/F#</b>       <b>Em</b>              <b>C</b>        <b>D7</b>       <b>G</b>  <b>C</b>  <b>G</b>
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died,    we started singin'


[Chorus]

<b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>Em</b>*                         <b>A7</b>*   <b>Em</b>*                         <b>D7</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die


[Verse 5]

     <b>G</b>                <b>Am</b>
And there we were all in one place,
    <b>C</b>        <b>Am</b>            <b>Em</b>                   <b>D</b>
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
            <b>G</b>      <b>D/F#</b>   <b>Em</b>               <b>Am7</b>                 <b>C</b>
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle 
       <b>Em</b>                   <b>A7</b>             <b>D</b>
stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's only friend
     <b>Em</b>*              <b>D</b>*               <b>Em</b>*                    <b>D</b>*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
   <b>C</b>      <b>G</b>       <b>A7</b>         <b>C</b>                  <b>D7</b>
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
           <b>G</b>            <b>D/F#</b>      <b>Em</b>             <b>Am</b>              <b>C</b>
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
       <b>G</b>   <b>D/F#</b>           <b>Em</b>           <b>C</b>      <b>D7</b>      <b>G</b>  <b>C</b>  <b>G</b>
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died,     he was singin'


[Chorus]

<b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>Em</b>*                         <b>A7</b>*   <b>Em</b>*                         <b>D7</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die


[Verse 6]

  <b>G</b>    <b>D/F#</b>       <b>Em</b>
I met a girl who sang the blues
      <b>Am</b>                 <b>C</b>               <b>Em</b>                      <b>D</b>
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
  <b>G</b>       <b>D/F#</b>      <b>Em</b>
I went down to the sacred store
       <b>Am</b>              <b>C</b>                     <b>Em</b>                 <b>C</b>
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
         <b>D</b>
wouldn't play
    <b>Em</b>*                <b>Am</b>*                    <b>Em</b>*                  <b>Am</b>*
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
    <b>C</b>     <b>G</b>        <b>Am</b>          <b>C</b>                     <b>D</b>
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
        <b>G</b>       <b>D/F#</b>   <b>Em</b>            <b>Am7</b>     <b>C</b>             <b>D7</b>
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
<b>G</b>             <b>D/F#</b>          <b>Em</b>               <b>Am7</b>     <b>D7</b>    <b>G</b>
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
N.C.
And they were singin'


[Chorus]

<b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>Em</b>*                         <b>A7</b>*   <b>Em</b>*                         <b>D7</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
                  <b>G</b>    <b>C</b>        <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
They were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie
         <b>G</b>            <b>C</b>            <b>G</b>        <b>D</b>
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
         <b>G</b>        <b>C</b>                  <b>G</b>           <b>D</b>
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        <b>C</b>                <b>D7</b>         <b>G</b>   <b>C</b>   <b>G</b>
Singin' this will be the day that I die.</pre>
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