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
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.
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, 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 devils 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’s 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 singing
Bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die
this’ll be the day that I die
the day the music died.