American Pie

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A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.

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And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

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But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step

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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.

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So bye-bye miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
but the levee was dry
Them good ol’ boys were drinking whisky and rye
singing this’ll be the day that I die.

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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

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Do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

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Well I know that you’re in love with him
Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man I dig those rhythm and blues

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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

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This will 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 thats not how it use 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

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Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows f a t on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.

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But while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned

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And while Lenin read a book on Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
and we sang dirges in the dark,
the day the music died.

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We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.”

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Helter skelter in a summer swelter
the birds flew off with a fallout shelter
eight miles high and falling fast