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American Pie

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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 levy 
but the levy 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'

bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy 
but the levy 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 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 levy 
but the levy 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'

 

bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy 
but the levy 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'

 

bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levy 
but the levy 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 levy but the levy 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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