Donald McLean III (born October 2, 1945) is an American singer-songwriter, best known for his 1971 hit song "American Pie", an 8.5-minute folk rock "cultural touchstone" about the loss of innocence of the early rock and roll generation (US #1 for four weeks in 1972 and UK #2).
McLean's grandfather and father, both also named Donald McLean, had roots originating in Scotland. The Buccis, the family of McLean's mother, Elizabeth, came from Abruzzo in central Italy.
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AmD7GEm Now I understand what you tried to say to me Am7D7Em And how you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free A7Am7D7G They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now
Am7D7G For they could not love you but still your love was true EmAm7Cm And when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night GF7E7Am7 You took your life as lovers often do but I could have told you Vincent CD7G This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
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