a long long time ago.
i can sitll 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 they'd 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 and roll?
can music save your mortal soul?
and can you teach me?
how to dance real slowly?
well, i know that you are 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 broncing buck.
with a pink carnation a pickup 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 chivy to the levee.
but the levee was dry.
then goo dole boys
were drinking whiskey and rye.
singing this'll be the day that i die.
this'll 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 turned away.
then i went down to the sacred store.
where i'd heard the music years before.
but the man there said.
the music wouldn't 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'm admire most
the father,son, 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 chivy to the levee.
but the levee was dry.
then goo dole boys.
were drinking whiskey and rye.
singing this'll be the day that i die.
this'll be the day that i die.
bye,bye miss american pie.
drove my chivy to the levee.
but the levee was dry.
then goo dole boys.
were drinking whiskey and rye.
singing this'll be the day that i die.
this'll be the day that i die.
we started singing.
we started singing.
we started singing.
we started singing.