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, That I could make those
people dance, And maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made
me shiver, With every paper I'd deliver, Bad news on the doorstep... I
couldn't take 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. So...
Bye bye Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy
to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys were drinkin
whiskey and rye 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? Now do you believe in
rock 'n roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how
to dance real slow? Well I know you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you
dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those
rhythm 'n' blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink
carnation and a pickup truck But I knew that I was out of luck The day
the music died I started singing...
Bye bye Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry Them good ol' boys
were drinkin whiskey and rye Singing "This'll be the day that I die,
This'll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years we've been on
our own And moss grows fat on a rollin' 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 of
Marx The quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
Bye bye miss american pie drove my Chevy
to the levy but the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking
whiskey in Rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day
that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off
with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul
out on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on
the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While
the 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 We started singing
Bye bye miss american pie drove
my Chevy to the levy but the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were
drinking whiskey in Rye Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be
the day that I die
Oh, and 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 candlestick 'Cause
fire is the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My
hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break
that Satan's spell And as the planes climbed high into the night To
light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the
music died
Bye bye miss american pie drove my Chevy to the levy
but the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I
die
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her 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 woudn't play And in the streets 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 admire most The Father, Son and the
Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music
died
Bye bye miss american pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the
levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey in Rye Singin'
this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
