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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
And 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
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' 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
Ah do you believe in rock n' 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
'Cos I saw you dancin' 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 singin' 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
Singin' this will be the day that I die
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 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 on Marx
The court 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
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Helter skelter in the summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight Miles High and fallin' fast
It 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 whoa but we never got the chance
'Cos 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 singin' 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
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Whoa and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space but no time left to start again
So come on Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cos 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 singin' 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
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
I asked her for some happy news
And 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 singin' 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
Singin' this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
They were singin' 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
Singin' this will be the day that I die
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rendu célèbre par Don McLean
Auteur-Compositeur : Don McLean
Avec l'autorisation de : Universal Music Publishing UK
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