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love with him 'cuz I
saw you dancin'
in the gym
You
both kicked
off your
shoes, man 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 singin'
So
bye,
bye Miss
American
Pie
Drove my
Chevy to the
levy but the
levy was
dry
And them
good old
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 rol
ling stone
but that's not how it
used to be
When the
jester
sang for the
king and queen
in a
(AM7)
coat he borrowed
from James Dean in a
voice that came from you
and me
And
while the king was
looking down, the
jester stole his
thorny crown
The
courtroom
was adjour
ned, no
verdict was
returned
And while
Lenin
read a
book on Marx, the
quartet practiced
in the park
And
we sang
dirges
in the dark the
day the
music
died,
we were
singin'
So
bye,
bye Miss
American
Pie
Drove my
Chevy to the
levy but the
levy was
dry
And them
good old
boys were drinkin'
whiskey and
rye
Singin'
this will be the day that I
die,
this will be the day that I
die
Helter skelter in a
summer swelter
the birds flew off with
a fallout shelter,
eight miles high and
fallin' fast
It
landed
foul on
the grass
the
players tried for a
forward pass, with the
jester on the side
lines in
a cast
Now at
halftime there was
sweet perfume, while
sergeants played a
marching tune
We all got
up to
dance, but
we never got the
chance
'Cuz the
players
tried to
take the field, the
marching band re
fused to yield
Do
you re
call what
was the feel the
day the
music died,
we
started singin'
So
bye,
bye Miss
American
Pie
Drove my
Chevy to the
levy but the
levy was
dry
And them
good old
boys were drinkin'
whiskey and
rye
Singin'
this will be the day that I
die,
this will be the day that I
die
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
candle stick
cuz fire is the devil's only
friend
And
as I watched him
on the stage, my
hands were clenched in
fists of rage
No
angel
born in
Hell could
bread that Satan's
spell
And as the
flames climbed
high in
to the night to
light the sacrifi
cial rite
I saw
Satan
laughing with
delight the
day the
music
died,
he was singin'
So
bye,
bye Miss
American
Pie
Drove my
Chevy to the
levy but the
levy was
dry
And them
good old
boys were drinkin'
whiskey and
rye
Singin'
(EM)
this will be the day that I
die,
(EM)
this will 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
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
But
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 ad
mire most, the
Father,
Son, and the
Holy Ghost
They caught the
last train
for the coast the
day the
music
died,
And they were singin'
So
bye,
bye Miss
American
Pie
Drove my
Chevy to the
levy but the
levy was
dry
And them
good old
boys were drinkin'
whiskey and
rye
Singin'
this will be the
day that I
die.
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