A long, long tim e ago...
I can still rem ember how that music used to make me s mile.
And I knew if I had my chance t hat I could make th ose people dance,
and maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February m ade me shiver W ith every paper I'd deliver,
Bad news on the doorstep. I couldn't take one more step.
I can't re member if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
Something to uched me d eep inside The d ay the m usic died .
So b ye-by e, Miss Am erican P ie Drove my Chevy to the l evee but the
l evee was d ry, Them g ood ol'bo ys were drinkin whi skey and ry e Singing
" This'll be the day that I die, Thi s'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 be lieve in rock 'n roll ?
Can music save your mortal soul ? A nd can you teach me how t o dance real slow ?
Well I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kick ed off your shoes, Man, I dig those rhythm 'n 'blues
I was a lonely teenage b roncin'buck With a pi nk carnation and a pi ckup truck
But I knew I was out of luck The day the m usic di ed
I started si nging...
So b ye-by e, Miss Am erican P ie Drove my Chevy to the l evee but the
l evee was d ry, Them g ood ol'bo ys were drinkin whi skey and ry e Singing
" This'll be the day that I die, Thi s'll be the day that I die. "
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 f or the King a nd 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 jes ter stole his tho rny crown
the court room was ad journed No verdict was r eturned.
And while Lennon read a book on Marx The quart et practiced in the park
and we sang d irges in the dark The day the music died.
We were sing ing...
So b ye-by e, Miss Am erican P ie Drove my Chevy to the l evee but the
l evee was d ry, Them g ood ol'bo ys were drinkin whi skey and ry e Singing
" This'll be the day that I die, Thi s'll be the day that I die. "
Helter skelter in the summer swelter The bi rds flew off with the fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast__ It l anded foul on the g rass .
The players tried for a f orward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a ca st
Now the halftime air w as sweet perfume While s ergeants played a m arching tune
we all go t up to dance___ Oh, bu t we never got the chance
'Cau se the pl ayers t ried to take the field, T he marching band refused to yield.
Do you r ecall wha t was revealed The day t he music died ?
We started singing
So b ye-by e, Miss Am erican P ie Drove my Chevy to the l evee but the
l evee was d ry, Them g ood ol'bo ys were drinkin whi skey and ry e Singing
" This'll be the day that I die, Thi s'll be the day that I die. "
And there we were all in one place, A generation lost in space
Wit h no time left, to start again. So come on Ja ck be n imble Ja ck be quick
Jack flash sat on a candlestick. 'Cause fire is the devil's only f riend
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
An d as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacr ificial rite
I_ saw Satan laughing with delight The da y the mus ic died
He was sing ing...
So bye-b ye, Miss A merican Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry, Them good ol'b oys were drinkin wh iskey and r ye Singing
"This'll be the day that I die, Th is'll be the day that I die ."
I met a girl who sang the blues
I asked her for some h appy news But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store. Where I' d heard the musi c years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets t he children screamed, The lovers cried and the poets dreamed .
But not a word was spoken.The churc h bells all were broken
And the t hree men I a dmire most : The Father Son and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast The day the music d ied
And they were singing :
So bye-b ye, Miss A merican Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry, Them good ol'b oys were drinkin wh iskey and r ye Singing
"This'll be the day that I die, Th is'll be the day that I die ."
So bye-b ye, Miss A merican Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the
levee was dry, Them good ol'b oys were drinkin wh iskey and r ye Singing
"This'll be the day that I die, Th is'll be the day that I die ."
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