text: A long, long time ago I can still remember
  How that music used to make me smile
  And I knew that if I had my chance
  I could make those people dance
  And maybe theyd be happy for a while
  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 youre in love with him
  Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
  You both kicked off your shoes 
  Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
  I was a lonely teenage bronking 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 levee but the levee was dry
  And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
  Singing thisll be the day that I die
  Thisll be the day that I die
  I met a girl who sang the blues
  And I asked her for some happy news
  But she just smiled and turned away
  Well, I went down to the sacred store
  Where Id heard the music years before
  But the man there said the music wouldnt play
  Well now, 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 the most
  The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
  They caught the last train for the coast
  The day the music died
  We started singing
  Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
  Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
  Singing thisll be the day that I die
  Thisll be the day that I die
  We started singing, We started singing
  We started singing We started singing
  We started singing We started singing
  We started singing
  Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
  Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
  Singing thisll be the day that I die
  Thisll be the day that I die
  Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
  Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
  Singing thisll be the day that I die
  Thisll be the day that I die