GCGDGCGDG Bey C Bey miss G american D pie
drove my G Chevy to the C levee but the G levee was dry D
and G good old boys C were drinkin´ G whiskey and D rye -
Singin´ e> this´ll be the day that I A7> die
e> This´ll be the day that I D7> die
G Did you write the a book of love and
do you C have faith in a good above?
e> If the bible tells you D> so?
Now do G you D believe in e rock and roll
can a music save your C mortal soul and
e> can you teach me A7> how to dance D real slow?
Well I e> know that you´re in D7> love with him
´cause I e> saw you dancin´ D7> in the gym
You C both kicked G off your shoes A7
men I C> digged those rythm and blues D>
I was a G lonely D teenage e broncin` buck
with a a pink carnation and a C pick-up-truck
But G I knew D I was out e of luck
the day C the D7 music died GCGD I started singin´
Refrain: G Bey C Bey miss G american D pie ....
G Now for ten years we´ve a been on our own
and C moss grows fat on a a rollin´stone
e> But that´s not how it D> used to be
when the G jester D sang for the e king and queen
In a a coat he borrowed C from James Dean
and a e> voice that came from A7> you to me D
Oh and e> while the king was D7> lookin´ down
the e> jester stole his D7> thorny crown
The C courtroom G was adjourned, A7
no C> verdict was D returned
And G while D Lennin read a e book of Marx
the a quartet practiced C in the park
And G we sang D dirges in the e dark
the day C , the D7 music G died
D We were singin´
G Bey C Bey miss G american D pie ......
G Helter - skelter in the a summer swelter
the C birds flew off with a fallout a shelter
e> Eightmiles high and D> fallin´ fast D>
it G landet D foul e on the grass
The a players tried for a C forward pass
e> with the jester on the A7> sidelines in a D cast
Now the e> half-time air was D7 sweet perfume while the e> sergants played a D7> marching tune
We C all G got up to A7 dance but we C never got the D chance
´cause the G players D tried to e take the field
the a marching band C refused to yield
G do you D recall what e was revealed
the C day the D7 music G died
D we started singin´
G Bey C Bey miss G american D pie .......
G I met a girl who a sang the blues
and I C asked her for some a happy news
e> But she just smiled and D> turned away D
I G went D down to the e sacred store
Where a I heard the music C years before
e< but the man there said the A7> music wouldn´t D play
In the e> streets the D7> children screamed
the e> lovers cried and the D7> poets dreamed
But C not a G word was A7 spoken
the C church bells all were D broken
And the G three men D I admire e most
the a father, son and the C holy ghost
They G caught the D last train e for the coast
the C day the D7 music G died
And they were D singin´
//: G Bey C Bey miss G american D pie ..... :// G
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