American Pie piano leadsheet with chords

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver with ev'ry paper I'd deliver.

Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride.

Something touched me deep inside the day the music died.

So byebye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

Them good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,

singin' this'll be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above?

If the Bible tells you so.

Now do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance

real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.

But I knew I was out of luck the day

the music died.

I started singing byebye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

Them good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,

singin' this'll be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above?

If the Bible tells you so.

Now do you believe in rock and roll?

Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance

real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.

You both kicked off your shoes.

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.

But I knew I was out of luck the day

the music died.

I started singing

He was singin' byebye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

Them good ole boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,

singin' this'll be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues and 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 singin' this'll be the day that I die.