american pie

• american pie
  
  bye, bye miss american pie
  drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  and good ol' boys were drinking whisky 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
  then you can teach me to dance real slow
  well i know that you're in love with him
  'cause i saw you dancing in the gym
  you both kicked off your shoes
  then i dig those rhythm and blues
  i was a lonely teenage broncing buck
  with a pink carnation and a pickup truck
  but i knew that 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 good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye
  singing this will be the day that i die
  this will be the day that i die
  
  now for 10 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
  in a voice that came from you and me
  and while the king was looking down
  the jester stole his thorny crown
  the courtroom was adjourned
  no verdict was returned
  while lennon read the book of marx
  the quartet kept practice 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
  and good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye
  singing this will be the day that i die
  this will be the day that i die
  
  i say
  bye, bye miss american pie
  drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  bye, bye miss american pie
  
  we were singin'
  bye, bye miss american pie
  drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  and good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye
  singing this will be the day that i die
  this will be the day that i die
  
  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 candle stick
  'cause fire is the devil's only friend.
  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 flames climbed high into the night
  to light the sacrificial rite
  i saw satan laughing with delight
  the day the music died.
  
  they were singin'
  bye, bye miss american pie
  drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
  and good ol' boys were drinking whisky and rye
  singing this will be the day that i die
  this will be the day that i die