Lyrics:

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

*Chorus*

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 that I was out of luck
the day the music died

I started singin'

*Chorus*

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 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'

*Chorus*

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'

*Chorus*

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 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 singin'

*Chorus*

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 were all 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

[[Found by LyricsFetcher
Source: Lyrdb
Date: 2011-03-03 21:05:40]]