Don MacLean - American Pie Ukulele Chords

[Opening]
A [G]long, [D]long [Em]time ago, [Am]I can still re[C]member how
That [Em]music used to [D]make me smile. [D7]
I [G]knew [D]if I [Em]had my chance that [Am]I could make those [C]people dance
and [Em]maybe they’d be [C]happy for a [D]while.
But [Em]February [Am]made me shiver, [Em]with every paper [Am]I’d deliver,
[C]Bad news [G]on the [Am]doorstep, I [C]couldn’t take one [D]more step.
I [G]can’t re[D]member [Em]if I cried when I [Am]read about his [D]widowed bride,
[G]Something [D]touched me [Em]deep inside, the [C]day, the [D7]music, [G]died.

[chorus]
So [G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie,
drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee but the [G]levee was [D]dry,
Them [G]good ole’ [C]boys were drinkin’ [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singin’
[Em]This’ll be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this’ll be the day that I [D]die. [D7]

[section 2]
[G]Did you write the [Am]book of love and do [C]you have faith in [Am]God above,
[Em]if the Bible [D]tells you so? [D7]
Now do [G]you be[D]lieve in [Em]rock and roll,
can [Am]music save your [C]mortal soul and
[Em]Can you teach me [A7]how to dance real [D]slow?
Well, I [Em]know that you’re in [D]love with him,
`cause I [Em]saw you dancing [D]in the gym.
You [C]both kicked [G]off your [A7]shoes, man I [C]dig those rhythm and [D7]blues.
I was a [G]lonely [D]teenage [Em]broncin’ buck
with a [Am]pink carnation and a [C]pick up truck,
but [G]I knew [D]I was [Em]out of luck the [C]day, the [D7]music, [G]died. [C] [G]

[chorus]
So [G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie,
drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee but the [G]levee was [D]dry,
Them [G]good ole’ [C]boys were drinkin’ [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singin’
[Em]This’ll be the day that I [A7]die, [Em]this’ll be the day that I [D]die. [D7]

[Closing]
[G]I met a [D]girl who [Em]sang the blues and I [Am]asked her for some [C]happy news,
but [Em]she just smiled and [D]turned away. [D7]
[G]I went [D]down to the [Em]sacred store where I [Am]heard the music [C]years before,
but the [Em]man there said the [C]music wouldn’t [D]play.
And [Em]in the streets the [Am]children screamed,
the [Em]lovers cried and the [Am]poets dreamed,
but [C]not a [G]word was [Am]spoken, the [C]church bells all were [D]broken.
And the [G]three men [D]I ad[Em]mire most, the [Am]Father, Son and the [D]Holy Ghost,
they [G]caught the [D]last train [Em]for the coast, the [C]day, the [Am]mu[D7]sic, [G]died.

[chorus]
[D]And they were singin’…
[G]Bye [C]bye, Miss A[G]merican [D]Pie,
drove my [G]chevy to the [C]levee but the [G]levee was [D]dry,
Them [G]good ole’ [C]boys were drinkin’ [G]whiskey and [D]rye, singin’
[C]This’ll be the [D]day that I [G]die [C] [G]