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
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
Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey and rye
Singing 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?
Now do you believe
In rock 'n' roll
Can music save
Your moral 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 'n' 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 ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey 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
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
Oh, 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 practiced
In the park
And we sang dirges
In the dark
The day
The music died
We were singin'
Bye bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee
Was dry
Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey and rye
Singing 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 fall-out shelter
Eight miles high
And fallin' fast
Landin' 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
Woh 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 singin'
Bye bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee
Was dry
Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey and rye
Singing this'll
Be the day
That I die
This'll be the day
That I die
Oh-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 candle stick
'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 ln hell
Could break that
Satan's spell
And as the flames
Climbed high
Into the night
To light the
Sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughin'
With delight
The day
The music died
He was singin'
Bye bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee
Was dry
Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey and rye
Singing 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
Wouldn't play
And him 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 the most
The father son
And Holy Ghost
They caught
The last train
For the coast
The day
The music died
They were singin'
Bye bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But levee was dry
Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey and rye
Singing this'll
Be the day
That I die
This'll be the day
That I die
They were singin'
Bye bye
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'
Whiskey and rye
Singing this'll
Be the day
That I die...