Bob Dylan: american pie

A long long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people danceand maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep inside The day the Music Died So bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll 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? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'cause I saw you dancin' in the gymYou both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rythmny 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 stared singin' bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die. Now for ten years we've been on our ownAnd moss grows fat on a rollin' stoneBut that's not how it used to beWhen the jester sang for the King and QueenIn a coat he borrowed from James DeanAnd a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crownThe courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returnedAnd while Lennon read a book of Marx The court kept practice in the parkAnd we sang dirges in the darkThe day the Music Died. We were singing bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die. Helter-Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelterEight Miles High and falling fastIt landed foul out on the grass The players tried for a forward passBut the jester's on the sidelines in a cast Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the sargeants played a marching tuneWe all got up to dance But we never got the chance'cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yieldDo you recall what was reveiledthe day the Music Died? We stared singing bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die. Oh, and there we were all in one placeA generation Lost in SpaceWith no time left to start againSo come on, Jack be nimble Jack be quickJack Flash sat on a candlestick'cause fire is the Devil's only friend Oh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rageNo angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spellAnd as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrifical riteI saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the Music Died He was singing bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' 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 newsBut she just smiled and turned awayI went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years beforeBut the man there said the music woudn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spoken The Church bells all were brokenAnd three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coast The Day the Music Died. And they were singing bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die. They were singing bye bye Miss American PieDrove my chevy to the leveeBut the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSingin' this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die.