二損一

二損一 - MC 張天賦 [intro] N.C. F#m7 Bm7 C#m7 F#m7 Bm7 F#m7 F#m7 But February made me shiver, with every paper Bm7 I'd deliver F#m7 Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't ta ke one more step Bm7 I can't remember if I cried when I read abou F#m7 t his widowed bride Dmaj7 BmMaj7 Something touched me deep inside G7 F#m7 The day the music died Bm F#m7 So bye, bye Miss American Pie Bm7 C#m7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee wa s dry F#m7 Bm7 And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye C#m7 Dmaj7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, th is will be the day that I die BmMaj7 Gmaj7 Did you write the book of love Dmaj7 And do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so? C#m7 Do you believe in rock and roll F#maj7 Can music save your mortal soul and can you te Bm9 ach me how to dance real slow? Abm7 Well I know that you're in love with him 'cuz A7 I saw you dancin' in the gym Dmaj7 You both kicked off your shoes, man I dig thos G7 e rhythm and blues F#m7 I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck [interlude] Abm7 A7 Dmaj7 G7 F#m7 Bm7 But I knew I was out of luck the day the music F#m7 died, I started singin' Bm7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie F#m7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Bm7 Dmaj7 And them good old boys were drinkin' whi skey and rye Bm7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this G7 will be the day that I die F#m7 Bm7 Now for ten years we've been on our own F#m7 and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be Bm7 F#m7 When the jester sang for the king and queen Bm in a coat he borrowed from James Dean in a voice that came from you and me Dmaj7 Oh, and while the king was looking down, the j Bm ester stole his thorny crown Bm G7 F#m The courtroom was adjourned, no verdi ct was returned And while Lennin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin' Bye, bye Miss American Pie Bm Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry C#m And them good old boys were drin kin' whiskey and rye F#m7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this Bm will be the day that I die F#m7 Helter skelter in a summer swelter Bm7 the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, e C#7 F#m7 ight miles high and fallin' fast F#m7 Bm7 It landed foul on the grass C#m7 Dmaj7 the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in a ca st BmMaj7 Gmaj7 Now the half-time air was sweet per fume, while sergeants played a marching tune Dmaj7 We all got up to dance, but we never got the chance C#m7 'Cuz the players tried to take the field, the F#maj7 marching band refused to yield Bm7 Do you recall what was revealed the day the music died, we started singin' Abm9 C#7 Dmaj7 Bye, bye Miss American Pie Dmaj7 G7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry F#m7 And them good ol d boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Bm7 Singin' this will be the day that I die, this F#m7 will be the day that I die Bm7 And there we were all in one place F#m7 a generation lost in space, with no time lef Bm7 t to start again Dmaj7 So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be qui ck, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick Bm7 F#m7 'cause fire is the devil's only friend Bm7 And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage F#m7 No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's Bm7 spell Bm7 And as the flames climbed high into the night F#m7 to light the sacrificial rite Bm I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died, he was singin ' Dmaj7 Bm Bye, bye Miss American Pie G D Bm7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Bm F# And them good old boys were drinkin' whisk ey and rye Singin' this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die E7 I met a girl who sang the blues F# Gmaj7 And I asked her for some happy news, but she j ust smiled and turned away C#7 I went down to the sacred store F#m7 Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play And in the streets the children screamed, the Bm lovers cried and the poets dreamed A But not a word was spoken, the church bells F#m all were broken Bm And the three men I admire most, the Father, S C#m on, and the Holy Ghost C#m F#m7 They caught the last train for the co ast the day the music died, Bm F#m7 And they were singin' Bm Bye, bye Miss American Pie F#m7 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Bm Dmaj7 And them good old boys were drinkin' wh iskey and rye Bm Singin' this will be the day that I die, this G will be the day that I die N.C. They were singin' bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin' this will be the day that I die [outro] N.C.