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American Pie- Don McLean

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
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 then good ole 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 dancing 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 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
Them good ole 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 of marx
The quartet practiced 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
Them good ole 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 singing,
"Bye bye miss American pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole 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 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 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 singing,
"Bye bye miss American pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole 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 is 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, the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken
All the church bells all were broken

And the three men I admire most: the father, the son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing,
"Bye bye miss American pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good ole 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 singing,
"Bye bye miss American pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing,
"This'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die"