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44 lines
2.3 KiB
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{title: American Pie}
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{subtitle: Don McLean}
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A [G]long [D]long [em]time ago [am]I can still re[C]member
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how that [em]music used to [D]make me smile.
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And [G]I knew [D]if I [em]had my chance that [am]I could make those [C]people dance
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and [em]maybe they'd be [C]happy for a [D]while.
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[em]But February [am]made me shiver with [em]every paper [am]I'd deliver.
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[C]Bad news [G]on the [am]doorstep. I [C]couldn't take one more [D]step.
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I [G]can't re[D]member [em]if I cried when I [am]read about his [D]widowed bride.
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[G]Something [D]touched me [em]deep inside the [C]day the [D]music [G]died. [C][G]
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{soc}
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So [G]bye-[C]bye, Miss Am[G]erican [D]Pie. Drove my [G]Chevy to the [C]levee but the [G]levee was [D]dry,
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them [G]good old [C]boys were drinkin' [G]whiskey and [D]rye,
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singing [em]this'll be the day that I [A]die, [em]this'll be the day that I [D]die.[D9][D][D4][D][D9][D]
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{eoc}
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[G]Did you write the [am]book of love and do [C]you have faith in [am]God above?
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[em]If the bible [D]tells you so. Now do [G]you be[D]lieve in [em]rock and roll?
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Can [am]music save your [C]mortal soul? And [em]can you teach me [A]how to dance real [D]slow?
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Well I [em]know that you're in [D]love with him 'cause I [em]saw you dancing [D]in the gym.
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You [C]both kicked [G]off your [A]shoes, man I [C]dig those rhythm and [D]blues!
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I was a [G]lonely [D]teenage [em]broncin' buck, with a [am]pink carnation and a [C]pick-up truck.
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But [G]I knew [D]I was [em]out of luck the [C]day, the [D]music [G]died. [C][G][D]
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{soc}
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I started singing...
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{eoc}
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Now for [G]ten years, we've been [am]on our own and [C]moss grows fat on a [am]rolling stone.
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But [em]that's not how it [D]used to be. When the [G]jester [D]sang for the [em]King and Queen
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in a [am]coat he borrowed [C]from James Dean and a [em]voice that [A]came from you and [D]me.
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Oh and [em]while the king was [D]looking down the [em]jester stole his [D]thorny crown
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the [C]court room [G]was ad[A]journed no [C]verdict was [D]returned.
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And while [G]Lennon [D]read a [em]book of Marx the [am]quartet practiced [C]in the park
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and [G]we sang [D]dirges [em]in the dark the [C]day, the [D]music [G]died. [C][G][D]
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{soc}
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We were [D]singing... 2x
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[ ]...this'll be the day that I die.
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{eoc}
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