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 good ol' boys were
drinking whisky 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
And 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 'cos I
Saw you
dancing in the gym
You both kicked
off your shoes
Man I dig that
rhythm and blues
I was a lonely
teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation
and a pick-up truck
But I knew
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
And good ol' boys were
drinking whisky 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 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
And 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 Lenin read
a book on Marx
The quartet practised
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