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 drinking
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
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
Bye bye Miss
American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old
Boys were drinking
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 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 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
And them good old
Boys were drinking
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 fallout shelter
Eight miles high
And falling fast
It landed 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
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 singin
Bye bye Miss
American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old
Boys were drinking
Whiskey and rye
Singing 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
We were singin
Bye bye Miss
American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old
Boys were drinking
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 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
Bye bye Miss
American Pie
Drove my Chevy
To the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old
Boys were drinking
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
And them good old
Boys were drinking
Whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the
Day that I die