Don McLean - American Pie

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
And them good old boys
were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' 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
have 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
that you're in love with him
'cause I saw you
dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage
broncin' buck
With a pink carnation
and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin' 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
We were singing
bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be
the day that I die
this'll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off
with a fallout shelter
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
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 levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
And 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 flames climbed high
into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing
bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
And 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 story
Where I'd heard
the music years before
But the man there said
the music wouldn't play
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
And they were singing
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'll be the
day that I die
this'll be the day that I die
They were singing
bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin this'll be the
day that I die