commonplacebook.com Favorite Song Lyrics Site Search >> [ Home Page : Favorite Songs : Lyrics Page ] My Stuff - My Library American Pie - My Photos - Big Things Don Maclean - My House CD: American Pie - Journal A long, long time ago I remember how the 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 And 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 levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye, singing This'll be the day that I die Did you write the book of love, and do you have faith in God above, Because the Bible tells you so? And do you believe in Rock and Roll, can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? And I know that you're in love with him, 'cause I saw you dancing in the gym, you both kicked off you shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenaged broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pick-up truck but I knew that I was out of luck the day the music died I started singing, Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie, Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye, singing This'll be the day that I die. For 10 years we were on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone but that's not how it used to be The jester danced for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me And as the king was looking down the jester stole his thorny crown the court room was adjourned no verdict was returned as Lennon(*) read a book on Marx the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died And we were singing, Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie, Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye, singing This'll be the day that I die. Helter skelter in the summer swelter Birds flew off with the fallout shelter 8 miles high and falling fast and it fell on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the Jester on the sidelines in a cast the half-time air was sweet perfume the sergeants played a marching tune and we all got up to dance but we never got the chance The players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed the day the music died? And we were all in one place a generation lost in space with no time left to start again Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candle stick Cause the 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 saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store where I 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 we were singing, Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie, Drove My chevy to the levy, but the levy was dry. Them good ole boys are drinking whiskey and rye, singing This'll be the day that I die. *I've had a number of people try to tell me that the lyric should be "Lenin read a book on Marx" and I even fell for it once, changing the lyrics. But according to the songbook/guitar manual from the record company, it's "Lennon read a book on Marx." 14:46 19/05/2002 http://commonplacebook.com/songs/pie.shtm