Chords for American Pie - Don McLean - Live Acoustic Cover by Tad Jennings

_ _ _ _ _ _ A [B] long, [C#m] long time ago, [F#m] I can still remember [C#m] how that music [B] used to make me smile.
_ I know if I [C#m] had my chance, that [F#m] I could make those [A] people dance, [C#m] then maybe they'd be [A] happy [B] for a while.
_ [C#m] But February [F#m] made me shiver [C#m] with every paper [F#m] I'd deliver.
With bad news on the doorstep, [A] I couldn't [B] take one more step.
[E] I can't [C#m] remember if I [F#m] cried when I read [B] about his widowed [E] bride,
but something touched me [B] deep [A] inside the day [B] the music died.
[E] _ _ _
_ So I bought my [B] Samaritan pie, drove [A] my Chevy to the levee, but the [B] levee was dry.
Them good [A] old boys were [E] drinking whiskey and rye, [C#m] singing,
This'll be the day that [F#] I die.
[C#m] This'll be the day [B] that I die.
_ [E] Did [F#m] you write the book of [A] love?
Do you have [F#m] faith in God [C#m] above?
And if the Bible [B] tells you so, _ _ [F#] you [C#m] believe in rock and [F#m] roll?
Did music [A] save your mortal [C#m] soul?
Can you teach me [F#] how to dance [B] real slow?
_ [C#m] I know that [B] you're in love with him, cause I saw you dancing in the [F#] gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
[A] Man, I dig those [B] rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenager, rocking [F#m] butt with a pink [A] carnation and a pickup truck,
but I knew that [C#m] I was out of [A] luck the day [B] the music died.
[E] We started singing so bye-bye, just Samaritan [F#] pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was [E] dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and [C#m] rye, singing,
This'll be the [F#] day that I die.
[C#m] This'll be the [B] day that I die.
[E] Now for ten years [F#m] we've been on our [E] own, a Moscow [C#] stat on a rolling stone,
but that's not [B] how it used to be.
The jester [C#m] sang for the king and [F#] queen in a quote he [A] borrowed from James [C#m] Dean
in a voice that [F#] came from you [B] and me.
[C#m] While the king [B] was looking [C#m] down, the jester [B] stole his thorny [F#] crown.
The quorum was [A] adjourned.
No verdict [B] was returned.
While Leonard [C#m] read a book on [F#m] Marx, the quartet [A] practiced in the [F#] park,
and we sang the [C#m] Dirges in the [A] dark.
The day [B] the [E] music died.
We were singing so bye [B]-bye, just Samaritan pie.
[F#] Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and [C#m] rye, singing,
This'll be the [F#] day that I die.
[C#m] This'll be the [B] day that I die.
_ _ [E] Helped a [F#m] skelter in a summer [A] swelter.
The birds flew [F#m] off with the fallout shelter.
[C#m] Eight miles [B] high and falling fast.
Let it [C#m] fall on the grass.
[F#m] The players [F#] tried for a forward [C#m] pass, with the jester [F#] on the sidelines [B] in a cast.
[C#m] Now at halftime [B] there was sweet perfume [C#m] while sergeants [B] played a marching tune.
We all got [F#] up to dance, [A] but we never [B] got a chance.
As the players [C#m] tried to take the [F#m] field, the marching [A] band refused to yield.
Do you [C#m] recall what was the [A] feel?
The day [B] the music died.
[E] We started singing so bye-bye, just Samaritan pie.
[F#] Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was [E] dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and [C#m] rye, singing,
This'll be the [F#] day that I die.
[C#m] This'll be the [B] day that I die.
_ [E] Oh, and there we [F#m] were all in one place.
[A] A [F#m] generation lost in space, with no [B] time left to start again.
So come on Jack, be [C#m] nimble.
Jack, be [F#] quick.
Jack Black sat [A] on a [C#m] candlestick, cause fire [F#] is the devil's [B] only friend.
_ [C#m] And as I watched [B] him on the [C#m] stage, my hands were [B] clenched in fists of [F#] rage.
No angel born in hell [A] could break that [B] Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed [C#m] high into the [F#m] night to light that [A] sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight.
The day [B] the music died.
[E] We started singing so [F#] bye-bye, just Samaritan pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, [C#m] singing,
This'll be the [F#] day that I die.
[C#m] This'll be the [B] day that I die. _ _ _ _
_ _ I met [C#m] a girl who sang the [F#m] blues.
And I asked her for [A] some happy news, [C#m] but she just smiled [B] and turned. _
_ Went down to the [C#m] sacred store, [F#m] I'd heard the music [A] years before,
[C#m] But the man there said the [A] music [B] wouldn't play.
_ [C#m] But in the [F#] streets, the children [C#m] screamed, the lovers [F#m] cried and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were [B] broken.
And the [B] three men I [C#m] admire most, [F#m] the Father, Son, [B] and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last [C#m] train for the cult.
[A] The day [B] the [E] music died.
_ _ _ _ So bye-bye, just Samaritan pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking [B] whiskey and rye, [C#m] singing,
This'll be the day [F#] that I die.
_ [C#m] This'll be the day that [B] I die.
[E] So bye-bye, just [B] Samaritan pie.
[E] Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and [A] rye, singing,
[B] This'll be the day that I die.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _