Chords for Seth Turner ~ American Pie, Full Version (Don McLean) Cover
Tempo:
73.4 bpm
Chords used:
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C
D
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [Em] Long, long time ago, [C] I can still remember how [Em] music used [D] to make me smile.
[G] I know if [Em] I had my chance, [Am] that I could [C] make those people dance,
[Em] maybe [C] they'd be happy for a while.
[D] [Em]
February [Am] made me shiver, [Em] with [Am] every paper I'd live [G] in,
bad [A] news on the doorstep.
[C] Couldn't [A] take one more step,
[G] and I can't [Em] remember if I cried,
what I read [D] about his widowed bride.
[G] Something [Em] touched me deep inside, [C] the day [A] the [G] music died.
[C] So [G]
fire in my mouth, this [D] American fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
Them good [C] old boys, [G] drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
[G] Did you [Am] write the book of [G] love, and do you have faith [Am] in God above?
[Em] If the [D] Bible tells you so.
Do you [Em] believe in rock and roll, [C] music save your mortal soul?
[Em] Can you teach me how to dance, [D] real slow?
[Em] I know that [D] you're in love with him, [Em] cause I saw you [D] dancing in the [C] gym,
you both kinked off [A] the shim.
[C] And the music screaming [A] flows, I was a lonely [Em] teenage rock and roll,
[Am] pink condition and [C] a pink of trust, but [D] I knew I [Em] was out of love [C] one day.
[E] The music [C] died.
[G] Started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey [D] and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the [A] day that I die, [Bm] this'll be the day [D] that I die.
[G] For ten years [Am] we've been on our own, [C] moss grows flat [Am] on Roland's stone,
[Em] that ain't how it used to [D] be.
There's [E] a chester [Em] sang for the king and queen, in a booty bar [C] ruled from James Dean.
[Em] The voice that came from [D] human [A] veins.
[Bm] While the king [A] was looking [Em] down, just to [D] stall his thorny crown,
the cold river [A] was a-churning, [C] the burning was [Am] his head.
Then red [Em] blood come out, [Am] for Ted [C] Frank just in the thought.
We [Em] sang dirges in the [C] dark, the day [E] the music died.
[C] [G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
Hell [G] [Am] scattered in a sudden [C] swell, the birds flew off with [Am] the fallout shell.
[Em] Eight miles high [D] and far back, [A] it landed [Em] foul on the grass.
The players [C] tried for a forward [Em] pass, the chester on the sidelines said,
[D] hey I, [Em] God, half the time [D] there was sweet perfume,
[Em] while the sod was played [D] on marching time, we all got [A] up and danced.
[C] [Am] The first chance, was [E] the first chance, [Em] baby, [Am] the marching band [C] refused to yield.
Do you [Em] recall the [C] feeling, the day [A] the [G] music died?
We started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
[G] There we [Am] were in our home [C] place, a generation lost in space.
[Em] With no time left [D] to start again, so come [A] on Jack be [Em] nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack [C] blasted all the candles [Em] thick, the spy is the [A] devil, only [D] pray.
[Em] And as I [A] watched him on the [Em] stage, my hands were clenched and [D] festered,
[G] the angels born [A] in heaven, [C] all the bricks [D] he'd smelt.
And as the flames [Em] climbed high into the [Am] night, the light of [C] sacrificial [G] rite,
the soul sat [Em] laughing with [C] delight, the day [A] the music died.
[G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
[G] Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, [Em] this'll be the day that I [D] die.
[G] Met a [E] girl who sang the blues, [Em] [Am] I asked [C] her for some happiness,
[Em] but she just [D] smiled and turned away.
So I went [Em] down to the sangry store, [Am] where I'd heard the music [C] years before,
[Em] but the man there [C] said the music [D] wouldn't play.
[Bm] But in the [Am] streets the children screamed, [Em] the lovers [Am] cried in the poised dream.
Not a [A] word was spoken, [C] church [A] bells all were broken,
and the [D] three men [G] I admired the most, [C] Father, Son, and Holy [G] Ghost,
called the last [Bm] train for the cause.
[Em] The day the [A] music [G] died, [G]
they were singing, [C] bye [G] bye, this American fire,
blow my [C] chemical to the [G] level of the lemon's dry.
[A] Them good old [G] boys, drinking whiskey and rye,
[Em] this'll be the day [A] that I die, [Em] this'll be the day [D] that I die.
[G] So bye bye, this American [D] fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking [E] whiskey and rye,
singing, this'll
[G] I know if [Em] I had my chance, [Am] that I could [C] make those people dance,
[Em] maybe [C] they'd be happy for a while.
[D] [Em]
February [Am] made me shiver, [Em] with [Am] every paper I'd live [G] in,
bad [A] news on the doorstep.
[C] Couldn't [A] take one more step,
[G] and I can't [Em] remember if I cried,
what I read [D] about his widowed bride.
[G] Something [Em] touched me deep inside, [C] the day [A] the [G] music died.
[C] So [G]
fire in my mouth, this [D] American fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
Them good [C] old boys, [G] drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
[G] Did you [Am] write the book of [G] love, and do you have faith [Am] in God above?
[Em] If the [D] Bible tells you so.
Do you [Em] believe in rock and roll, [C] music save your mortal soul?
[Em] Can you teach me how to dance, [D] real slow?
[Em] I know that [D] you're in love with him, [Em] cause I saw you [D] dancing in the [C] gym,
you both kinked off [A] the shim.
[C] And the music screaming [A] flows, I was a lonely [Em] teenage rock and roll,
[Am] pink condition and [C] a pink of trust, but [D] I knew I [Em] was out of love [C] one day.
[E] The music [C] died.
[G] Started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey [D] and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the [A] day that I die, [Bm] this'll be the day [D] that I die.
[G] For ten years [Am] we've been on our own, [C] moss grows flat [Am] on Roland's stone,
[Em] that ain't how it used to [D] be.
There's [E] a chester [Em] sang for the king and queen, in a booty bar [C] ruled from James Dean.
[Em] The voice that came from [D] human [A] veins.
[Bm] While the king [A] was looking [Em] down, just to [D] stall his thorny crown,
the cold river [A] was a-churning, [C] the burning was [Am] his head.
Then red [Em] blood come out, [Am] for Ted [C] Frank just in the thought.
We [Em] sang dirges in the [C] dark, the day [E] the music died.
[C] [G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
Hell [G] [Am] scattered in a sudden [C] swell, the birds flew off with [Am] the fallout shell.
[Em] Eight miles high [D] and far back, [A] it landed [Em] foul on the grass.
The players [C] tried for a forward [Em] pass, the chester on the sidelines said,
[D] hey I, [Em] God, half the time [D] there was sweet perfume,
[Em] while the sod was played [D] on marching time, we all got [A] up and danced.
[C] [Am] The first chance, was [E] the first chance, [Em] baby, [Am] the marching band [C] refused to yield.
Do you [Em] recall the [C] feeling, the day [A] the [G] music died?
We started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
[G] There we [Am] were in our home [C] place, a generation lost in space.
[Em] With no time left [D] to start again, so come [A] on Jack be [Em] nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack [C] blasted all the candles [Em] thick, the spy is the [A] devil, only [D] pray.
[Em] And as I [A] watched him on the [Em] stage, my hands were clenched and [D] festered,
[G] the angels born [A] in heaven, [C] all the bricks [D] he'd smelt.
And as the flames [Em] climbed high into the [Am] night, the light of [C] sacrificial [G] rite,
the soul sat [Em] laughing with [C] delight, the day [A] the music died.
[G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
[G] Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, [Em] this'll be the day that I [D] die.
[G] Met a [E] girl who sang the blues, [Em] [Am] I asked [C] her for some happiness,
[Em] but she just [D] smiled and turned away.
So I went [Em] down to the sangry store, [Am] where I'd heard the music [C] years before,
[Em] but the man there [C] said the music [D] wouldn't play.
[Bm] But in the [Am] streets the children screamed, [Em] the lovers [Am] cried in the poised dream.
Not a [A] word was spoken, [C] church [A] bells all were broken,
and the [D] three men [G] I admired the most, [C] Father, Son, and Holy [G] Ghost,
called the last [Bm] train for the cause.
[Em] The day the [A] music [G] died, [G]
they were singing, [C] bye [G] bye, this American fire,
blow my [C] chemical to the [G] level of the lemon's dry.
[A] Them good old [G] boys, drinking whiskey and rye,
[Em] this'll be the day [A] that I die, [Em] this'll be the day [D] that I die.
[G] So bye bye, this American [D] fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking [E] whiskey and rye,
singing, this'll
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[D] _ _ _ [Em] Long, long time ago, _ [C] I can still remember how [Em] music used [D] to make me smile. _
[G] I know if [Em] I had my chance, [Am] that I could [C] make those people dance,
[Em] maybe [C] they'd be happy for a while.
[D] _ _ [Em]
February [Am] made me shiver, [Em] with [Am] every paper I'd live [G] in,
bad [A] news on the doorstep.
[C] Couldn't [A] take one more step, _
[G] and I can't [Em] remember if I cried,
what I read [D] about his widowed bride.
[G] Something [Em] touched me deep inside, [C] the day [A] the [G] music died.
[C] So [G] _ _ _
fire in my mouth, this [D] American fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
Them good [C] old boys, [G] drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, _ [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
_ _ _ [G] Did you [Am] write the book of [G] love, and do you have faith [Am] in God above?
[Em] If the [D] Bible tells you so.
_ _ Do you [Em] believe in rock and roll, [C] music save your mortal soul?
[Em] Can you teach me how to dance, [D] real slow?
_ _ [Em] I know that [D] you're in love with him, [Em] cause I saw you [D] dancing in the [C] gym,
you both kinked off [A] the shim.
[C] And the music screaming [A] flows, I was a lonely [Em] teenage rock and roll,
[Am] pink condition and [C] a pink of trust, but [D] I knew I [Em] was out of love [C] one day.
[E] The music [C] died.
[G] Started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey [D] and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the [A] day that I die, [Bm] this'll be the day [D] that I die.
_ _ [G] For ten years [Am] we've been on our own, [C] moss grows flat [Am] on Roland's stone,
[Em] that ain't how it used to [D] be.
_ There's [E] a chester [Em] sang for the king and queen, in a booty bar [C] ruled from James Dean.
[Em] The voice that came from [D] human [A] veins.
_ _ [Bm] While the king [A] was looking [Em] down, just to [D] stall his thorny crown,
the cold river [A] was a-churning, [C] the burning was [Am] his head.
Then red [Em] blood come out, [Am] for Ted [C] Frank just in the thought.
We [Em] sang dirges in the [C] dark, the day [E] the music died.
[C] _ [G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
Hell _ [G] _ [Am] scattered in a sudden [C] swell, the birds flew off with [Am] the fallout shell.
[Em] Eight miles high [D] and far back, _ _ [A] it landed [Em] foul on the grass.
The players [C] tried for a forward [Em] pass, the chester on the sidelines said,
[D] hey I, _ [Em] God, half the time [D] there was sweet perfume,
[Em] while the sod was played [D] on marching time, we all got [A] up and danced.
[C] _ _ _ [Am] The first chance, was [E] the first chance, [Em] baby, [Am] the marching band [C] refused to yield.
Do you [Em] recall the [C] feeling, the day [A] the [G] music died?
We started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, _ [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
_ _ _ [G] There we [Am] were in our home [C] place, a generation lost in space.
[Em] With no time left [D] to start again, _ _ so come [A] on Jack be [Em] nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack [C] blasted all the candles [Em] thick, the spy is the [A] devil, only [D] pray.
_ _ [Em] And as I [A] watched him on the [Em] stage, my hands were clenched and [D] festered,
[G] the angels born [A] in heaven, [C] all the bricks [D] he'd smelt.
And as the flames [Em] climbed high into the [Am] night, the light of [C] sacrificial [G] rite,
the soul sat [Em] laughing with [C] delight, the day [A] the music died.
[G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
[G] Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, [Em] this'll be the day that I [D] die.
_ _ _ [G] Met a [E] girl who sang the blues, [Em] _ [Am] I asked [C] her for some happiness,
_ [Em] but she just [D] smiled and turned away.
_ _ So I went [Em] down to the sangry store, [Am] where I'd heard the music [C] years before,
[Em] but the man there [C] said the music [D] wouldn't play.
_ _ _ [Bm] But in the [Am] streets the children screamed, [Em] the lovers [Am] cried in the poised dream.
Not a [A] word was spoken, _ [C] church [A] bells all were broken,
and the [D] three men [G] I admired the most, [C] _ Father, Son, and Holy [G] Ghost,
called the last [Bm] train for the cause.
[Em] The day the [A] music [G] died, _ [G] _
they were singing, [C] bye [G] bye, this American fire,
blow my [C] chemical to the [G] level of the lemon's dry.
[A] Them good old [G] boys, drinking whiskey and rye,
[Em] this'll be the day [A] that I die, [Em] this'll be the day [D] that I die. _
[G] So bye bye, this American [D] fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking [E] whiskey and rye,
singing, this'll
[G] I know if [Em] I had my chance, [Am] that I could [C] make those people dance,
[Em] maybe [C] they'd be happy for a while.
[D] _ _ [Em]
February [Am] made me shiver, [Em] with [Am] every paper I'd live [G] in,
bad [A] news on the doorstep.
[C] Couldn't [A] take one more step, _
[G] and I can't [Em] remember if I cried,
what I read [D] about his widowed bride.
[G] Something [Em] touched me deep inside, [C] the day [A] the [G] music died.
[C] So [G] _ _ _
fire in my mouth, this [D] American fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
Them good [C] old boys, [G] drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, _ [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
_ _ _ [G] Did you [Am] write the book of [G] love, and do you have faith [Am] in God above?
[Em] If the [D] Bible tells you so.
_ _ Do you [Em] believe in rock and roll, [C] music save your mortal soul?
[Em] Can you teach me how to dance, [D] real slow?
_ _ [Em] I know that [D] you're in love with him, [Em] cause I saw you [D] dancing in the [C] gym,
you both kinked off [A] the shim.
[C] And the music screaming [A] flows, I was a lonely [Em] teenage rock and roll,
[Am] pink condition and [C] a pink of trust, but [D] I knew I [Em] was out of love [C] one day.
[E] The music [C] died.
[G] Started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey [D] and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the [A] day that I die, [Bm] this'll be the day [D] that I die.
_ _ [G] For ten years [Am] we've been on our own, [C] moss grows flat [Am] on Roland's stone,
[Em] that ain't how it used to [D] be.
_ There's [E] a chester [Em] sang for the king and queen, in a booty bar [C] ruled from James Dean.
[Em] The voice that came from [D] human [A] veins.
_ _ [Bm] While the king [A] was looking [Em] down, just to [D] stall his thorny crown,
the cold river [A] was a-churning, [C] the burning was [Am] his head.
Then red [Em] blood come out, [Am] for Ted [C] Frank just in the thought.
We [Em] sang dirges in the [C] dark, the day [E] the music died.
[C] _ [G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
Hell _ [G] _ [Am] scattered in a sudden [C] swell, the birds flew off with [Am] the fallout shell.
[Em] Eight miles high [D] and far back, _ _ [A] it landed [Em] foul on the grass.
The players [C] tried for a forward [Em] pass, the chester on the sidelines said,
[D] hey I, _ [Em] God, half the time [D] there was sweet perfume,
[Em] while the sod was played [D] on marching time, we all got [A] up and danced.
[C] _ _ _ [Am] The first chance, was [E] the first chance, [Em] baby, [Am] the marching band [C] refused to yield.
Do you [Em] recall the [C] feeling, the day [A] the [G] music died?
We started singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and [Em] rye, singing,
this'll be the day that [A] I die, _ [Em] this'll be the day that [D] I die.
_ _ _ [G] There we [Am] were in our home [C] place, a generation lost in space.
[Em] With no time left [D] to start again, _ _ so come [A] on Jack be [Em] nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack [C] blasted all the candles [Em] thick, the spy is the [A] devil, only [D] pray.
_ _ [Em] And as I [A] watched him on the [Em] stage, my hands were clenched and [D] festered,
[G] the angels born [A] in heaven, [C] all the bricks [D] he'd smelt.
And as the flames [Em] climbed high into the [Am] night, the light of [C] sacrificial [G] rite,
the soul sat [Em] laughing with [C] delight, the day [A] the music died.
[G] We were singing, bye bye, this American fire, blow my chemical to the level of the [D] lemon's dry.
[G] Them good old boys, drinking whiskey and rye, [Em] singing,
this'll be the day that I [A] die, [Em] this'll be the day that I [D] die.
_ _ _ [G] Met a [E] girl who sang the blues, [Em] _ [Am] I asked [C] her for some happiness,
_ [Em] but she just [D] smiled and turned away.
_ _ So I went [Em] down to the sangry store, [Am] where I'd heard the music [C] years before,
[Em] but the man there [C] said the music [D] wouldn't play.
_ _ _ [Bm] But in the [Am] streets the children screamed, [Em] the lovers [Am] cried in the poised dream.
Not a [A] word was spoken, _ [C] church [A] bells all were broken,
and the [D] three men [G] I admired the most, [C] _ Father, Son, and Holy [G] Ghost,
called the last [Bm] train for the cause.
[Em] The day the [A] music [G] died, _ [G] _
they were singing, [C] bye [G] bye, this American fire,
blow my [C] chemical to the [G] level of the lemon's dry.
[A] Them good old [G] boys, drinking whiskey and rye,
[Em] this'll be the day [A] that I die, [Em] this'll be the day [D] that I die. _
[G] So bye bye, this American [D] fire, [G] blow my chemical to the level of the lemon's dry.
Them good old boys, drinking [E] whiskey and rye,
singing, this'll