American Pie By Don McLean
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, I could make those people
dance, and maybe they'd be happy for awhile. But February made me
shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep. I
couldn't move one more step. I can't remember if I cried when I read
about his widowed bride. But something touched me deep inside, the day
the music died.
Chorus: So bye, bye Miss American pie. Drove my Chevy to the levy, but
the levy was dry. And them good old boys were drinking whisky and wine
singing 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? Oh, do you believe in rock `n` roll? Then 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 dancing in
the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. And dig those rythym and
blues! I was a lonely teenage bronking buck, with a pink carnation in a
pickup truck. But I knew I was out of luck, the day the music died.
(Chorus)
Now for ten years we've been on our own. And moss grows fat on a
rolling stone, but that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang
for the king and queen, in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a
voice that came from you and me. Oh, and while the king was looking
down, the jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned.
No verdict was returned. And while Lennon read a book on Marx, the
quartet practiced in the park. And we sang dirges in the dark, the day
the music died.
(Chorus)
Helter, skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with the fallout
shower eight miles high and falling fast. It landed foul on the grass,
the players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines,
in a cast. Well, the halftime air was sweet perfume, while sergeants
played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, oh, but we never got
the chance. 'Cause the players tried to take the field, the marching
band refused to yield, do you recall what was revealed, the day the
music died?
(Chorus)
In there, we were all in one place, a generation lost in space, with no
time left to start again. So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick, 'cause fire is the devil's only
friend. Oh, and as I watched in my mistage, my hands were clenched in
fists of rage. No angel born in Hell could break that Satan's spell. As
the flames climbed high into the night, we lit the sacrificial light, I
saw Satan laughing with delight, the day the music died.
(Chorus)
I met a girl who sang the blues, and I asked for some happy news, but
she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store, where
I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
wouldn't play. And in the street, 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'd admired most, the father,
son and the holy ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the
day the music died.
(Chorus twice)
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