- 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 drinking 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 dancin’ 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 pickup truck.
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died I started singin’ - 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 on 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 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, 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 stared 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 ad -mire 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 Levy but the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
singin’ this will be the day that I die.