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 delivered
Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step
I cant remember if i cried when I Heard about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music diedC: So Bye-bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
And did you write the book of love? And do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so
And do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul and
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 that rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
C
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 to the king and queen
With a coat he borrowed from James Dean From a voice he stole 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
C
Helter skelter in a summer swelter The birds flew off in 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?
C
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 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
C
I met a girl who sang the blues And i asked her for some happy news
She just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man said the music wouldnt 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 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 drinking whisky and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
KatCentral
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