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
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
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
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
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
singing
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