American Pie Akor

 

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 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 and 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 dancing in the gym

 

You both kicked off your shoes

 

Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

 

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

 

I started singing bye, bye Miss American Pie Dro

 

ve 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 die

 

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 Lenin read a book on Marx

 

The quartet practiced in the park

 

And we sang 'Dirges In The Dark'

 

The day the music died

 

We were singing bye, bye Miss American Pie Dro

 

ve 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 die

 

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

 

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

 

Eight miles high and falling fast

 

Landed foul on the grass

 

The players tried for a forward pass

 

With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

 

Now the half time 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 singing bye, bye Miss American Pie Dro

 

ve 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 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'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 Dro

 

ve 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 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 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 die

 

They 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