"American Pie" lyrics
(originally by Don McLean)
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
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 ol' boys drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believed in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
And 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 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
And them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, 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 man there said the music wouldn't 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 ol' boys drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
The day the music died
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
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 ol' boys drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believed in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
And 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 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
And them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Oh, 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 man there said the music wouldn't 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 ol' boys drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
The day the music died
Writer(s): Don McLean
