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 door step
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about this widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside the day the music died
So bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singing 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 dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Then I digged those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncing buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck
But I knew I was out of luck the day the music died
I started singing, bye bye....etc.
Now for ten years we've been on, our own, and moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But tha'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 a quartet practised in the park
And we sang digges in the dark, the day the music died
We were singing, bye bye....etc.
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast, plant a flower on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass, with the jester on the sidelines in
a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching
tune
We all got up to dance but we never got a chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field, the marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what reveled the day the music died
We started singing bye bye....etc.
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
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 was satan laughing with delight the day the music died
He was singing, bye bye....etc.
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away, I want down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before but the men there said the music
wouldn't play
But 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 man I admire most the father son and holly ghost
They caught the last train for the coast the day the music died
And they were singing, bye bye...etc.
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