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 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 'n′ 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 Man,
I Dig Those Rhythm And Blues I Was A
Lonely Teenage Bronckin' 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 Ol′ Boys Were Drinkin' Whiskey And Rye Singin′,
'This'll Be The Day That I Die This′ll Be
The Day That I Die' 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 Verdict Was Returned And
While Lenin Read A Book On Marx A Quartet
Practiced In The Park And We Sang Dirges In
The Dark The Day The Music Died We
Were Singin', Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove My Chevy
To The Levee, But The Levee Was Dry Them
Good Ol′ Boys Were Drinkin′ Whiskey And Rye Singin',
'This′ll Be The Day That I Die This'll 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 Halftime Air Was
Sweet Perfume While 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 Singin', Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove My Chevy To The Levee, But The Levee
Was Dry Them Good Ol′ Boys Were Drinkin' Whiskey
And Rye Singin', 'This′ll Be The Day That I
Die This′ll 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 Devil′s 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 Satan 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
Singin', Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove My Chevy To
The Levee, But The Levee Was Dry Them Good
Ol′ Boys Were Drinkin' Whiskey And Rye Singin′, 'This'll
Be The Day That I Die This'll 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
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 Singin', Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove My Chevy
To The Levee, But The Levee Was Dry And
Them Good Ol′ Boys Were Drinkin' Whiskey And Rye
Singin′, 'This'll Be The Day That I Die This′ll
Be The Day That I Die' They Were
Singin', Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove My Chevy To
The Levee, But The Levee Was Dry Them Good
Ol' Boys Were Drinkin′ Whiskey And Rye Singin′, 'This'll
Be The Day That I Die'