Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "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 'n roll
And 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 dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm 'n blues
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "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 a rollin' 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 of Max
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die"
I say
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
We were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "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
And good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die"