Chris De Burgh - American Pie lyrics

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 walk one more step

I can't 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
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing 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 'n 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 dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
And 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 singing

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

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
And a voice that came from you and me

Ah but while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And Lenin read from the book of Marx
A 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 ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die