American Pie (album version)

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.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die.
This'll be the day that I'll die."
Hey, did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock 'n roll?
Can mortal music save your 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.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die.
This'll be the day that I'll 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.
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 on 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 old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die.
This'll be the day that I'll die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew out 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 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.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die.
This'll be the day that I'll 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 was the devil's only friend.
Oh, 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 old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die.
This'll be the day that I'll 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 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 admired 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.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die.
This'll be the day that I'll 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
And singing, "This'll be the day that I'll die."