Strophe) 

A long, long time ago 

I can still remember how that music used to make me smile 

And I know 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 ybout his widowed bride 

Somethiing touched me deep inside 

The day the music died 

 

Refrain) 

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 

 

 

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 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 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

 

Strophe) 

Now for ten years we´ve been on our own 

and moss grows fat on a rolling 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 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 adjourned, no verdict was returned 

And whilw Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced iin the park 

And we sang dirges in the dark the day the music died, we were singin 

 

Refrain) 

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 

 

Strophe) 

Helter skelter in a summer swelter 

the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and falling fast 

It landet foul on the grass the players tried for a forward pass 

with the jester on the sidelines 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 refused to yield 

Do you recall what was the feel the day the music died, we started singin

 

Refrain) 

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 

 

Strophe) 

And there we were all in one place 

a generation lost in space, with no time left to start 

So come on jack be nimble, Jack be qwuick, Jack Flash sat on a candle

stick cuz fire is the devil´s only friend 

Ahnd as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fists of rage 

No angel born in Hell yould break that Satan´s spell 

And as the flames clombed high into the night to light the sacricicial rite 

I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the musid died, he was singin

 

Refrain) 

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 

 

Strophe) 

I met a girl who sang the blues 

And I asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turnde away

I went down to the sacred store 

Where I´d haeard the music years before, but the man there said the music youldn´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 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 singin

 

Refrain) 

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 

 

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