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
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
The music
Died
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day
That I die
So be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love?
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 dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncan bug
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was a lonely teen
I loved the day
The music died
Let's sing it together
Here we go
We were singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will 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 his candlestick
Fire is the devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My
hands were clenched in fists of rain
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
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 drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Everybody, we were singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys
Are drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day
That I die
Yeah!
Yes, sir!
That's one of the neat things.