American Pie
Don McLean Nr.: 4
Long long time ago, I can still rememberHow that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceAnd maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiverWith every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstepI couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep insideThe day the music died Bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging, "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 soDo you believe in rock 'n' 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 gymYou both kicked off your shoesThen I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin' buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truckBut I knew I was out of luckThe day the music died I started singing Bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging, "This will be the day that I die"This will be the day that I die I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy newsBut she just smiled and turned awayI went down to the sacred storeWhere I'd heard the music years beforethe man there said the music wouldn't play Well now in the streets, the children screamedThe lovers cried and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spokenThe church bells all were broken And the three men I admire mostThe Father, Son, and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coastThe day the music died And they were singing Bye-bye, Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging, "This will be the day that I die" This will be the day that I die
