American Pie

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 ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n 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?
 Now do you believe in rock and 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 singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye
 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 Lenin 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 ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye
 Singin' this'll be the day that I die
 This'll be the day that I die
 So bye, bye, Miss American Pie
 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye
 Singin' this'll be the day that I die
 This'll be the day that I die