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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
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
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
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
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
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
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 halftime
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
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
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
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
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
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 drinking
whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the
day that I die