Don McLean- American Pie
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 A long, F#long time ago
 I can stillD remember how that muF#msic used to mEmake me smile
EmAndB I knew if I had my chD#mance thaEmt I coBuld make thoDse people dance
DAnd maF#ybe they'd Gbe happEmy for a while
 ButB FebruarD#my made me sEmhiver
EmWithA everyD paper I'd deliver
 BadEm newsB on Ethe doorsEmtep
EmI couldn't take one mD#more step
D#mI can't remember iAmf I cried
 WEmhen I read G#about hDis widowed bride
DBut something tD#mouched me deep inside
BThe Dday Gthe muEmsic died
EmSCo bye-byeAm, MisDs AmerGmicanG Pie
GDroveGm my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
 And tGhem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and Crye
CSingin'G "This'll bDe the day that I die
 ThiCs'lGl be the dDay thEmat I dieA"
ADid you write the book oEmf love, anBd do you have faitDh in God above
DIf the BiblGe tells you so?
 Now do you beliEmeve in rockGm and rEmoll, can music save yoDur mortal soul
DAnd canG you teach Emme how to dance Amreal slEmow?
EmWell, I know that you're in love with him
Em'Cause I saw you dAancin' in the gym
 YouEm both kicked off your Bshoes
BMan, I dig thEmose rhythm and blues
EmI was a loneF#ly teenage broncin' buck
 With aEm pink carnation and a pickup truDck
DBut I knew I was outEm of luck
EmThe dayA the musCic died
 I started siEmngin' bye-bye, GMiss AmerEmican Pie
 Drove my Chevy to tGhe levee, but the levee was dry
GThEmem good old boys wGere drinkin' whiskey and rye
GAnd singin' "This'll be the day that I die
 This'll bGe the day that I die"
 NEmow for ten years we'vAe been on oEmur own
EmAnd moss grows fatD on a rollin' stone
DBut that'Gs not how it used to be
GWhen the jester Csang for the king aEmnd queen
EmIn a coat he borrowedD from James Dean
DAnd a voiGce that cEmame from you Amand me
AmOh, Emand while the king was looking down
EmThe jestAer stole his A#thorny crown
 The courtroom Emwas adjoBurned
BNo verdict Emwas returned
EmAnd whGile Lenin read a book on MarxEm
EmA quartet practiced in the park
 And we Gsang dirges in the dark
GThe day the AmmusicEm died
EmWe were sGingin' bye-Embye, Miss GAmerican CPie
CDroveG my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
GThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
GSingin' "This'll be the day that I die
GThis'll be the day that I die"
 HeEmlter skelter in a suAmmer swelter
AThe Embirds flew off with a fallout shelGter
GEigDmht miles Ghigh and falling fasEmt
EmIt lanCded foul on theEm grass, the players tried for a forwaGrd pass
GWAith the jester Gon the sidelinEmes in a cast
EmNow the halftime air was sweet perfume
EmWhile the sergeGants played a marching tunDe
DWe all got up to dance
 OAh, but we never got tEmhe chance
Em'Cause the players tried to take Cmthe field
CmThe Emmarching band refused toG yield
GDo yoEmu recall whaGt was revealed
GTEmhe day the music diGed?
 We startEmed singiF#mn' bye-Embye, Miss American Pie
EmDrove my Chevy to the levee, but tGhe levee was dry
GThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
GAnd singin' "This'll be the day that I die
GThis'll be the day that I die"
 Oh, and thEmere we were all iAn one place, a gEmeneration lost in Dspace
DWith no time left to sGtart again
GSo come on, JEmack be nimble, Jack be quick
EmJack Flash sat on a candleDstick
D'Cause fire is the devil's oEmnly friend
EmOh, and asAm I watched hCim on theEm stage
EmMy hands were clenched in fists ofGm rage
GmNo angelD born in Hell
 Could breD#mak that Satan's sEmpell
EmAnd as the flames cliD#mbed high into theG night
GTo liEmght thGme sacEmrificial rite
CI saw Satan laughing with deGlight
GTheF#m day the muAmsic diBed
BHe was singGin' bye-byF#me, MisEms American Pie
 DCrove my Chevy Emto the levee, but the leveeG was dry
GThem good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
GAnd singin' "This'll be the day that I die
 This'lGl be the day that I die"
GI met a girlEm who sang the bluAes, and I askedEm her for some haDppy news
DBut she F#mjust smiled anGd turned away
 I went Edown to the sacEmred store where I'd heardC the music Emyears before
EmBut the man Dthere Gsaid the mEmusic wouldn't play
 And in the streets, the childrenB screameD#md
D#mThe lovers Ccried, and the poets dreaDmed
DBut not a word waBs spEmoken
EmThe church bells alAml were brBoken
BAnd the Emthree menB I admire mGost
GThe FaF#mther, Son, and the Holy Ghost
 They caught tEhe last train for the coast
 ThC#me day the musDic dGied
GAndA they Emwere singin' bye-bye, Miss AmeriA#can Pie
A#Drove myG Chevy tGmo the levee, but theCm levee was dry
 And themD good oldC boys wGere drinkin' whiskey aDnd rye
DSinGgin' "ThisF#'ll be Gthe day thEmat I die
 TDhis'll bGe the day that I dDie"
DThey were Emsingin'D#m bye-Abye, Miss AmeEmrican Pie
EmDrove my BChevy to the leveDe, but the levee was dry
DThF#mem good old boDys were drinkin' whiskEmey and rye
EmAGnd sDingin' ThiGs'll be the day tDhat I dGie"
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