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American Pie
- Don Mclean -

American Pie (1971)

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
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' 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 broncing buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup 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
And them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' 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
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

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
And them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast

It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
with the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime 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
And them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' 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
He was singing

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' 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 woudn'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 singing

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin' 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 old boys were
drinking whiskey and rye
singing this'll be the day that I die

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