Don McLean. American Pie

American pie – Don McLean

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 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»™,

«bye-bye, miss american pie.»

Drove my chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

Them good old boys were drinkin»™ whiskey and rye

And 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 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 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.

Them good old boys were drinkin»™ whiskey and rye

And singin»™, «this»™ll be the day that I die.

«this»™ll be the day that I die.»

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,

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 drinkin»™ whiskey and rye

And 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.

Them good old boys were drinkin»™ whiskey and rye

And 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 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,

«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 drinkin»™ whiskey and rye

Singin»™, «this»™ll be the day that I die.»

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