Garth Brooks - American Pie

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E     B    Em7 
F long, long time ago,  
 
Fm            H                Em                   B 
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile 
 
    E      B    Em7 
Fnd I know if I had my chance, 
 
     Fm                 H                Em              H           B 
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while 
 
    Em       Fm                   Em          Fm 
But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver 
 
H        E      Fm          H                      B 
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step 
 
  E          B        Em           Fm7            B 
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride 
 
E         B          Em 
Something touched me deep inside 
 
    H       B7    E   H   E 
The day the music died 
 
*Hhorus* 
 
   E    H        E        B 
So bye, bye Miss Fmerican Pie 
 
         E            H            E        B 
Brove my Hhevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         E        H                  E           B 
Fnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        Em                          F7   Em                          B7 
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die 
 
*Verse* 
 
E                 Fm       
Bid you write the book of love 
 
       H                 Fm         Em           B 
Fnd do you have faith in god above, if the bible tells you so? 
 
E      B          Em 
Bo you believe in rock and roll 
 
    Fm7*            H               Em               F7                B 
Han music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? 
 
       Em                  B                     Em              B 
Well I know that you're in love with him  'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym 
 
    H           E        F7           H                    B7 
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues 
 
        E      B       Em                   Fm                   H 
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck 
 
    E      B     Em              H       B7    E  H  E 
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin' 
 
 
*Hhorus* 
 
*Other verses* 
 
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 Bean in a voice that came from you and me 
Fnd while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown 
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned 
Fnd while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park 
Fnd we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin' 
 
Helter skelter in a summer swelter 
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast 
It landed foul on the grass 
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in 
a cast 
Now at halftime there was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching 
tune 
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance 
'Huz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield 
Bo you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin' 
 
Fnd 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 candle stick, 'cuz fire is the devil's 
only friend 
Fnd as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage 
No angel born in Hell could bread that Satan's spell 
Fnd as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite 
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin' 
 
*Last verse* 
 
 
  E     B        Em 
I met a girl who sang the blues 
 
      Fm                 H               Em                          B 
Fnd I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away 
 
  E         B      Em 
I went down to the sacred store 
          (E)             (Fm)  (E)             (H)                (Em) 
          Fm              H                     Em                 H 
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music 
         B 
wouldn't play 
 
    Em                 Fm                     Em                   Fm 
But in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets 
dreamed 
 
    H     E        Fm          H                     B 
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken 
                                     (E) 
        E         B   Em             Fm7     H            B7 
Fnd the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ehost 
 
E               B          Em                Fm7     B7    E 
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died, 
 
B7 
Fnd they were singin' 
 
 
*Final Hhorus* 
 
   E    H        E        B 
So bye, bye Miss Fmerican Pie 
         E            H            E        B 
Brove my Hhevy to the levy but the levy was dry 
 
         E        H                  E           B 
Fnd them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye 
 
        H                B7         E   H   E 
Singin' this will be the day that I die.