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 ev'ry paper I'd deliver

Bad news on the door step

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I creid

When I read about this widowed bride

Something touched me deep inside

The day the music died, so



*Bye bye Miss American Pie

Drove my chevy to the levy

But the levy was dry

Then good old 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

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 you're in love with him

'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes

Then I digged 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 out of luck

The day the music died, I started singing



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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 courtroom was adjourned

No vredict was returned

And while Lenin read a book on Marx

A quartet practised in the park



And we sang digges in the dark

The day the music died, we were singin'



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Helter Skelter in a summer swelter

The birds fiew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin'fast

Plant a flower 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

But we never got a chance

'Cause the players tried to take the field

The marching banmd refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day the music died, we started singin'



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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 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 break

That Satan's spell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite

I was satan laughing with delight

The day the music died, he was singin',



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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 men there said

The music wouldn't play

But in the streets the children screamed

The lovers cried and the poets dreamed

But not a world was spoken

The church bells all were broken

And the three man I admire most

The father son and holly ghost

They caught the last train for the coast

The day the music died

And they were snigin'



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