| G | D | Em7 | Am | C | Em | D |
A | long | long | time ago | I can still re | member how that | music used to make me | smile |
| G | D | Em7 | Am | C |
And | I knew | if I had | my chance that | I could make those | people dance |
| Em | C | D |
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 | Am7 | D |
I | can't re | member if I | cried when I | read about his | widowed bride |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G |
But | something | touched me | deep inside The | day the | music | died |
| G | C | G | D | G | C | G | D |
| Bye | bye Miss | American | Pie drove my | Chevy to the | levy but the | levy was | dry |
| G | C | G | D |
And them | good old | boys were drinking | whiskey and | rye |
| Em | Am | Em | D7 |
Singing | this'll be the day that I | die, | this'll be the day that I | die |
| G | Am | C | Am |
| Did you write the | book of love and do | you have faith in | God above? |
| Em | D |
| If the Bible | tells you so |
| G | D | Em | Am7 | C |
Do | you be | lieve in | Rock 'n Roll? Can | music save your | mortal soul? |
| Em | A7 | D |
And | can you teach me | how to dance | real slow? |
| Em | D | Em | D |
Well, I | know that you're in | love with him cause I | saw you dancing | in the gym |
| C | G | D | C | G | D7 |
You | both kicked | off your | shoes, Man I | dig those | rhythm and | blues |
| G | D | Em | Am | C |
I was a | lonely | teenage | broncing buck with a | pink carnation and a | pickup truck |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G |
But | I knew | I was | out of luck The | day the | music | died | | |
| G | Am | C | Am |
| Now for ten years we've been | on our own And | moss grows fat on a | rolling stone |
| Em | D |
| But that's not how it | used to be |
| D | G | D | Em | Am7 | C |
| When the | jester | sang for the | King and Queen in a | coat he borrowed | from James Dean |
| Em | A7 | D | D |
And 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 | D | C | D7 |
The | courtroom | was ad | journed, no | verdict was re | turned |
| G | D | Em | Am | C |
And while | Lennon | read a | book of Marx the | court kept practice | in the park |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G |
And | we sang | dirges | in the dark the | day the | Music | Died. | | |
| G | Am | C | Am |
| Helter-Skelter in a | summer swelter The | Byrds flew off with a | fallout shelter |
| Em | D |
| Eight Miles High and | falling fast |
| G | D | Em | Am7 | C |
It | landed | foul out | on the grass, the | players tried | for a forward pass |
| Em | A7 | D | D |
But the | jester's | on the sidelines | in a cast | |
| Em | D | Em | D | C |
Now the | half-time air was | sweet perfume while the | sergeants played a | marching tune | |
| G | D | C | D7 | G | D | Em |
We all got | up to | dance but we | never got | the chance cause the | players | tried to | take the field |
| Am | C |
The | marching band re | fused to yield |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G |
Do you | re | call what | was revealed the | day the | music | died? | | |
| G | Am | C | Am |
Oh, and | there we were all | in one place A | generation | Lost in space |
| Em | D |
| With no time left to | start again |
| G | Em | Am7 | C |
So come on, | Jack be nimble | Jack be quick Jack | Flash sat on a | candlestick |
| Em | A7 | D |
Cause | fire is the | Devil's only | friend |
| Em | D | Em | D | C |
Oh, and | as I watched him | on the stage my | hands were clenched in | fists of rage | |
| G | D | C | D7 |
No angel | born in | hell Could | break that Satan's | spell |
| G | D | Em | Am | C |
And as the | flames climbed | high in | to the night to | light the sacri | fical rite |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C | G |
I saw | Satan | laughing | with delight The | day the | music | died | | |
| G | D | Em | Am | C |
I | met a | girl who sang the | blues And I | asked her for some | happy news but |
| Em | D |
| she just smiled and turned | away |
| G | D | Em7 | Am | C |
I | went down | to the sacred | store where I'd | heard the music | years before |
| Em | A7 | D |
But the | man there said the | music 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 | D7 |
but | not a | word was | spoken The | Church bells all were | broken |
| G | D | Em | Am7 | C |
And | three men | I ad | mire most The | Father, Son and the | Holy Ghost |
| G | D | Em | C | D7 | G | C |
They | caught the | last train | for the coast The | Day the | music | died | |
Created 2009 Nov 10 13:42
This is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song.
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