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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 theyґd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper Iґd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldnґt take one more step

I canґt remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died**

So...



(Chorus)

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singinґ thisґll be the day that I die

Thisґll 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?

Now 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 youґre in love with him

ґcause I saw you dancinґ in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncinґ buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singinґ



(Chorus)



Now, for ten years weґve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But, thatґs 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 nd while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon 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 singinґ



(Chorus)



Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

Landed flat on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

ґcause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singinґ



(Chorus)



Oh, 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 candlestick

ґcause fire is the devilґs only friend

And as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satanґs spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singinґ



(Chorus)



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 Iґd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldnґt play

And 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 most-

the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost-

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing



(Chorus, 2x)



**Note: ґthe day the music diedґ was February 3, 1959 when a

plane crash killed Buddy

Holly, the Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens

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 theyґd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver

With every paper Iґd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep

I couldnґt take one more step

I canґt remember if I cried

When I read about his widowed bride

But something touched me deep inside

The day the music died**

So...



(Chorus)

Bye, bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singinґ thisґll be the day that I die

Thisґll 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?

Now 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 youґre in love with him

ґcause I saw you dancinґ in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncinґ buck

With a pink carnation and a pickup truck

But I knew I was out of luck

The day the music died

I started singinґ



(Chorus)



Now, for ten years weґve been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling stone

But, thatґs 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 nd while the king was looking down

The jester stole his thorny crown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And while Lennon 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 singinґ



(Chorus)



Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

Landed flat on the grass

The players tried for a forward pass

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume

While sergeants played a marching tune

We all got up to dance

Oh, but we never got the chance

ґcause the players tried to take the field

The marching band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died?

We started singinґ



(Chorus)



Oh, 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 candlestick

ґcause fire is the devilґs only friend

And as I watched him on the stage

My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in Hell

Could break that Satanґs spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

He was singinґ



(Chorus)



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 Iґd heard the music years before

But the man there said the music wouldnґt play

And 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 most-

the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost-

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were singing



(Chorus, 2x)



**Note: ґthe day the music diedґ was February 3, 1959 when a

plane crash killed Buddy

Holly, the Big Bopper, and Ritchie Valens

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