A 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 they'd be

happy for a while

But February

made me shiver

with every paper

I'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldn't take

one more step

I can't remember if I cried

when I read about his

widowed bride

But something

touched me deep inside

the day the music died

So bye, bye

Miss American Pie

drove my Chevvy

to the levee

but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys

were drinkin' whiskey

and rye, singin'

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

Ah, do you believe

in rock and 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 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 pick-up truck

But I knew

I was outta luck

the day the music died

I started singin'

bye, bye

Miss American Pie

drove my Chevvy

to the levee

but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys

were drinkin' whiskey

and rye and singin'

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 own

and moss grows

fat on a rollin' stone

but that's 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

Oh, and while the king

was looking down

the jester stole

his thorny crown

The court room

was adjourned

no verdict was returned

And while Lennon read

a book on Marx

the quartet

practised in the park

And we sang

dirges in the dark

the day the music died

We were singin'

bye, bye, Miss American Pie

drove my Chevvy

to the levee

but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys

were drinkin' whiskey

and Rye and singin'

this'll be the day that I die

this'll be the day that I die

Bye, bye, Miss American Pie

drove my Chevvy

to the levee

but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys

were drinkin' whiskey

and rye and singin'

this'll be the day that I die

this'll be the day that I die