McLean Don - American Pie lyrics
rate meA long, long time ago<br />
I can still remember<br />
How that music used to make me smile<br />
And I knew if I had my chance<br />
That I could make those people dance<br />
And maybe they'd be happy for a while<br />
<br />
But February made me shiver<br />
With every paper I delivered<br />
Bad news on the doorstep<br />
I couldn't take one more step<br />
<br />
I can't remember if I cried<br />
When I read about his widowed bride<br />
But something touched me deep inside<br />
The day the music died<br />
<br />
So bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye<br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die,<br />
This’ll be the day that I die<br />
<br />
Did you write the book of love<br />
And do you have faith in God above<br />
If the Bible tells you so<br />
And do you believe in rock and roll<br />
Can music save your mortal soul<br />
And can you teach me how to dance real slow<br />
<br />
Well I know that you're in love with him<br />
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym<br />
You both kicked off your shoes<br />
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues<br />
<br />
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck<br />
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck<br />
But I knew I was out of luck<br />
The day the music died<br />
<br />
I started singin'<br />
Bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye<br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die,<br />
This’ll be the day that I die<br />
<br />
Now for ten years we've been on our own<br />
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone<br />
But that's not how it used to be<br />
When the jester sang for the king and queen<br />
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean<br />
In a voice that came from you and me<br />
<br />
Oh and while the king was looking down<br />
The jester stole his thorny crown<br />
The courtroom was adjourned<br />
No verdict was returned<br />
And while Lenin read a book on Marx<br />
The quartet practiced in the park<br />
And we sang dirges in the dark<br />
The day the music died<br />
<br />
We were singin'<br />
Bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye <br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die,<br />
This’ll be the day that I die<br />
<br />
Helter skelter in a summer swelter<br />
The birds flew off with a fall out shelter<br />
Eight miles high and falling fast<br />
And landed foul on the grass<br />
The players tried for a forward pass<br />
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast<br />
<br />
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume<br />
While sergeants played a marching tune<br />
We all got up to dance,<br />
Oh but we never got the chance<br />
‘Cause the players tried to take the field<br />
The marching band refused to yield<br />
Do you recall what was revealed<br />
The day the music died<br />
<br />
We started singin'<br />
Bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye <br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die,<br />
This’ll be the day that I die<br />
<br />
Oh in there we were all in one place<br />
A generation lost in space<br />
With no time left to start again<br />
So come on Jack be nimble,<br />
Jack be quick<br />
Jack flash sat on a candlestick ‘cause<br />
Fire is the devil's only friend<br />
Oh and as I watched him on the stage<br />
My hands were clenched in fists of rage<br />
No angel born in hell<br />
Could break that Satan’s spell<br />
And as the flames climbed high into the night<br />
To light the sacrificial right<br />
I saw Satan laughing with delight<br />
The day, the music died<br />
<br />
He was singin'<br />
Bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye<br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die,<br />
This’ll be the day that I die<br />
<br />
I met a girl who sang the blues<br />
And I asked her for some happy news<br />
But she just smiled and turned away<br />
I went down to the sacred store<br />
Where I’d heard the music years before<br />
But the man there said the music wouldn't play<br />
And in the streets the children screamed<br />
The lovers cried in the poet’s dreamed<br />
But not a word was spoken<br />
The church bells all were broken<br />
And the three men I admire most<br />
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost<br />
They caught the last train for the coast<br />
The day, the music died<br />
<br />
And they were singin'<br />
Bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye<br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die<br />
This’ll be the day that I die<br />
<br />
They were singin’<br />
Bye, bye Miss American Pie<br />
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry<br />
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey in Rye<br />
Singin' this’ll be the day that I die
