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 theyd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper Id deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldnt walk one more step I cant remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died So byebye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol 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 Do you believe in rock n roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow? And I know that youre in love with him Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes And I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage broncin 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... Byebye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol 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 weve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But thats 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 Ah but while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And Lenin read from the book of Marx A Quartet practiced in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singing... Byebye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die Byebye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good ol boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die
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