乾

乾 - MC 張天賦 Capo 2 [intro] N.C. B Ebm C# F# Bb Bb7 B Ebm C# F# Bb B C# F# Bbm B C# Abm7 And do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so? Ebm7 C# Do you believe in rock and roll Can music save your mortal soul and can you te Abm7 ach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym Abm You both kicked off y our shoes, man I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck with a p F# ink carnation and a pickup truck [interlude] C# Abm7 Abm F# Bbm7 But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died, I started singin' Bmaj7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie B C# F# Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry F# Bbm7 And them good old boys were drinkin' wh iskey and rye Bmaj7 Singin' this will be the day that I die , this will be the day that I die Ebm7 C# Now for ten years we've been on our own Abm7 and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that Bm 's not how it used to be F# When the jester sang for the king and queen Emaj7 in a coat he borr owed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me Ebm7 Oh, and while the king was looking down, the j D ester stole his thorny crown F# The courtroom was adjourned, no verd ict was returned E And while Lennin rea d a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park B And we sang dirges in the dark the day the mus C# ic died, we were singin' F# Bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry B And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Ebm7 C# Singin' this will be the day that I die, this F# will be the day that I die [interlude] B Ebm7 C# F# C# Helter skelter in a summer swelter Bb7 Bmaj7 the birds flew off with a fallout shel ter, eight miles high and fallin' fast Ebm7 It landed foul on the grass Abm7 the players tried for a forward pass, with the jes ter on the sidelines in a cast Ebm7 Now the half-time air was sweet perfume, while sergeants played a marching tune C#7 We all got up to d ance, but we never got the chance Abm7 'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the F# marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed the day the Emaj7 music died, we started singin' B Bye, bye Miss American Pie F# Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee w Bbm7 as dry Bbm7 B And them good old boys were drinkin ' whiskey and rye Ebm Singin' this will be the day that I die, this C# will be the day that I die F# And there we were all in one place Bbm7 a generation lost in space, with no time left Bmaj7 to start again Ebm7 So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jac k Flash sat on a candlestick Abm7 'cause fire is the devil's only friend Bm And as I watched him on the stage, my hands we Dmaj7 re clenched in fists of rage No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell F# And as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the Dmaj7 music died, he was singin' Dmaj7 C#m7 Bm7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie C#7 Drove my Chevy to the lev ee but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye F# Singin' this will be the day that I die, this Bb will be the day that I die B I met a girl who sang the blues C# And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away F# Bbm7 I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before, but t B he man there said the music Ebm7 C# wouldn't play [interlude] C# F# Bbm7 B Ebm7 C# C# Abm7 And in the streets the children screamed, the F# lovers cried and the poets dreamed F# But not a word was spoken, the church bell Bmaj7 s all were broken Bbm7 And the three men I admire most, the Fa ther, Son, and the Holy Ghost [interlude] Bmaj7 Bbm7 Am7b5 Am7b5 Abm7 They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died, Bm7 F# And they were singin' Bb7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie B Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Ebm C# And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey a F# nd rye F# Singin' this will be the day that I die, this Bb will be the day that I die They were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie Bmaj7 Drove my Ch evy to the levee but the levee was dry N.C. And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this will be the day that I die [outro] N.C.