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A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had one chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

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 it teach me how to dance real slow?

Well I know that you're in love with hi
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off you shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage Brock of luck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died

We started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Brove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' 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

Well I went down to the sacred store
Where I heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play

Well now 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 the most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Brove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Brove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin'
We started singin'