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 theyd be happy for a whilebut february made me shiver with every paper id deliver bad news on the doorstep i couldnt take one more stepi cant remember if i cried when i read about his widowed bride something touched me deep inside the day the music died sobye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry and them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i diedid 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 and roll can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slowwell i know that youre in love with him cause i saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes man i dig those rhythm and bluesi 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 singinbye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry and them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i dienow for ten years weve been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but thats not how it used to bewhen the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from james dean and a voice that came from you and meoh and while the king was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned no verdict was returnedand 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 singinbye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye and singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i diehelter skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter eight miles high and falling fastit landed foul on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a castnow the halftime air was sweet perfume while sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chancecause 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 singinbye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye and singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i dieoh and there we were all in one place a generation lost in space with no time left to start againso come on jack be nimble jack be quick jack flash sat on a candlestick cause fire is the devils only friendoh and as i watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage no angel born in hell could break that satans spelland 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 singinbye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i diei met a girl who sang the blues and i asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned awayi went down to the sacred store where id heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldnt playand in the streets the children screamed the lovers cried and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken the church bells all were brokenand 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 singingbye bye miss american pie drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry and them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye singin thisll be the day that i die thisll be the day that i diethey 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 and rye singin thisll be the day that i die