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AMERICAN PIE
Madonna

  Sol    Re  Mi-
A long, long time ago
La-            Do              Mi-                   Re
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
       Sol      Re   Mi-
And I knew that if I had my chance
    La-                   Do
that I could make those people dance
     Mi-             Do          Re
and maybe they'd be happy for a while

Sol               La-
Did you write the book of love
       Do                La-
and do you have faith in God above?
Mi-           Re                 Sol   Re       Mi-
If the Bible tells you so now do you believe in rock and roll?
     La-             Do
Can music save your mortal soul?
    Mi-              La7                Re
and can you teach me how to dance real slow?

       Mi-                  Re
Well I know that you're in love with him
         Mi-                    Re
'cause I saw you dancing in the gym,
     Do         Sol       La
You both kicked off your shoes, 
      Do                    Re
Man I dig those rhythm and blues!
         Sol     Re      Mi-
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck,
       La-                   Do
with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck
      Sol       Re    Mi-             Do
But I knew that I was out of luck the day,
     Re    Sol Do Sol
the music died
            Re7
I started singing

   Sol Do          Sol    Re
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
          Sol          Do            Sol      Re
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
      Sol      Do                  Sol       Re
them good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and Rye,
          Mi-                     La7
singing this'll be the day that I die,
  Mi-                     Re
this'll be the day that I die

I met a girl who sang the blues so
I asked her for some happy news
but she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store 
Where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

And in the streets the children screamed,
the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken the church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most:
the father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast the day,
the music died
And they were singing:

Rit. (2v.)

Sol         Re7
I started singing (4v.)


Gabrix
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