The Florist

G G/B C take a ticket and wait in the line outside G G/B C in the sun we are nothing but food for the flies G G/B C then they warn us that the florist easily bores G G/B C if we want what we need wed better keep it short Em G Am show me the way C D Bm C i remember the day the music died and left me wanting more C D Bm C i remember the way my mother cried when Daddy went to war C D Bm C died that day , they came and took you away C D Bm C in between night and the day , hey! otis - lost in the hiss of the stereos mouth motions us to a door , empties our pockets out in the blackest market that you will never see give you all that you want if youre willing to please take me away i remember the day the music died and left me wanting more i remember the way my mother cried when Daddy went to war died that day , they came and took you away in between night and the day