American Pie

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
 Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
 Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I dieâ€
 ‽This'll be the day that I dieâ€
 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
 Oh and while the king was looking down
 The jester stole his thorny crown
 The courtroom was adjourned
 No verdict was returned
 And while Lennon read a book of Marx
 The quartet practiced in the park
 And we sang dirges in the dark
 The day the music died
 And we were singing, ‽Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 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 dieâ€
 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'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
 And he was singing, ‽Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 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 dieâ€
 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 Pieâ€
 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
 Singing, â€This'll be the day that I die
 This'll be the day that I dieâ€
 Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
 Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
 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 dieâ€
 Singing, ‽This'll be the day that I dieâ€