American Pie (Full Length Version)

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, theyd be happy for a while

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step
I cant 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 chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll 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 youre 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 pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singin,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats 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 courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die

Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul 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 the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause 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 singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die

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
Cause fire is the devils only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that satans 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 singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll 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 Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt 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,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die

They were singing,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, thisll be the day that I die