American Pie

Don McLean\

A long, long time ago,
I can still remember how that music
used to make me smile

And I know 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
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 will be the day that I die,

this will 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?
Do you believe in rock and 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 'cuz 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'

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 will be the day that I die,

this will 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
for the king and queen

in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
in a voice that came from you and me
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, we were singin'
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 will be the day that I die,
this will be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
eight miles high and fallin' fast

It landed foul on the grass
the players tried for a forward pass,
with the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now at halftime there was sweet perfume,
while sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance,

but we never got the chance
'Cuz the players tried to take the field,
the marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was the feel
the day the music died, we started singin'
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 will be the day that I die,
this will be the day that I die

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 candle stick,

'cuz fire is the devil's only friend
And as I watched him on the stage,
my hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell
could bread 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 singin'

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 will be the day that I die,

this will 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
wouldn't play
But 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 singin'
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 will be the day that I die.

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