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American Pie by Don McLeanSongfacts -
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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 awhile.
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.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This will be the day that I die.
This will 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 dancing in the gym,
You both kicked off your shoes,
And I dig those rhythmic blues,
I was a lonely teenaged bronking 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 and rye,
Singing, "This will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die."
Now, for ten years, we've been on our own,
And moss grows fat on our rolling 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 on Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark, the day the music died.
They 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,
Singing, "This will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The Byrds flew off for the 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 halftime air was sweet perfume,
While 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 ole 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 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 ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This will be the day that I die.
This will 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.
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This will be the day that I die.
This will 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 ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,
Singing, "This will be the day that I die."
No 'Ike Turner Day' in St. Louis (AP)
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