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 Français: DO	RE	MI	FA	SOL	LA	SI
English:   C	D	E	F	G	A	B

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l'App Chordify est
tout en bas

[Verse 1]

  G     D       Em
A long, long time ago
Am            C                  Em                  D
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
    G      D      Em
And I knew if I had my chance
     Am                 C                Em              C            D
That I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
Em             Am             Em                Am
  But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver
C        G      Am             C                        D
Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step
  G          D        Em           C              D
I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
G         D          Em
Something touched me deep inside
    C       D     G
The day the music died

[Chorus]

   G    C        G        D
So bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em*                         A *  Em*                         D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

[Verse 2]

G                 Am
Did you write the book of love
       C                 Am         Em           D
And do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so?
G      D           Em
Do you believe in rock and roll
    Am             C              Em                 A            D
Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow?
       Em*                  D*                   Em*             D*
Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym
    C           G        Am           C                    D
You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues
        G      D        Em                   Am                   C
I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
    G     D       Em              C       D     G  C  G         D
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died,  I started singin'

[Chorus]

G    C        G        D
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em*                         A *  Em*                         D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die



[Verse 3]

         G                   Am
Now for ten years we've been on our own
      C                   Am          Em                     D
and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be
          G     D               Em
When the jester sang for the king and queen
     Am                 C                   Em             A           D
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me
         Em*                 D*               Em*                 D*
Oh, and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown
     C        G     A        C                D
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned
          G         D     Em             Am           C
And while Lennin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park
    G       D      Em               C       D     G  C  G        D
And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died,   we were singin'

[Chorus]

G    C        G        D
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em*                         A *  Em*                         D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

[Verse 4]

G                   Am
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
C                      Am                 Em                     D
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin' fast
      G   D     Em
It landed foul on the grass
      Am                 C            Em                             A      D
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
         Em*               D*                  Em*                 D*
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune
C          G        A       C                  D
We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance
         G        D        Em             Am                  Cm        C
'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
G         D         Em               C       D     G  C  G           D
Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died,   we started singin'



[Chorus]

G    C        G        D
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em*                         A *  Em*                         D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

[Verse 5]

     G                Am
And there we were all in one place
  C          Am                  Em               D
a generation lost in space, with no time left to start again
            G      D       Em             Am                  C
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
      Em           A              D
'cause fire is the devil's only friend
     Em*              D*               Em*                    D*
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage
   C      G      A          C                  D
No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell
           G            D         Em             Am              C
And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite
      G     D        Em                C       D     G  C  G       D
I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died,   he was singin'



[Chorus]

G    C        G        D
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em*                         A *  Em*                         D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die

[Verse 6]

G       D        Em
I met a girl who sang the blues
      Am                 C               Em                  D
And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away
G         D        Em
I went down to the sacred store
       Am              C                        Em                  C
Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
          D
wouldn't play
    Em*                Am*                    Em*                  Am*
And in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
    C     G        Am          C                     D
But not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken
        G         D     Em           C                      D
And the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
G               D          Em                C       D     G
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died,
N.C.
And they were singin'

[Chorus]

G    C        G        D
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        Em*                         A    Em*                         D
Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die
                  G    C        G        D
They were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie
         G            C             G         D
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
         G        C                  G           D
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
        C                D          G   C   G
Singin' this will be the day that I die

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