A long long time ago.
I can sitll remember how.
That music used 2 make me smile.
And I knew that if I had my chance.
That I could make those people dance.
And maybe they'd be happy 4 a while.

Did U write the book of love.
And do U have faith in God above.
If the Bible tells U so?
Now do U believe in rock & roll?
Can music save Ur mortal soul?
And can U teach me.
How 2 dance real slowly?
Well, I know that U're in love with him.
'Cause I saw U dancing in the gym.
U both kicked off Ur shoes.
Man,I dig those rhythm & blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck.
With a pink carnation & 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 chivy 2 the levee.
But the levee was dry.
Then goo dole boys.
Were drinking whiskey & 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 4 some happy new.
But she just smiled & turned away.
Then I went down 2 the sacred store.
Where I'd 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 & 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,& the Holy Ghost-
They caught the last train 4 the coast.
The day the music died.
We started singing.
Bye,bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my chivy 2 the levee.
But the levee was dry.
Then goo dole boys.
Were drinking whiskey & rye.
Singin' this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.

Bye,bye Miss American Pie.
Drove my chivy 2 the levee.
But the levee was dry.
Then goo dole boys.
Were drinking whiskey & rye.
Singin' this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.
We started singing.
We started singing.
We started singing.
We started singing.