I met a girl who sang the Blues, and I asked her for some happy news
He was singing, bye bye Miss American Pie Satan laughing with delight the day the music died No angel born in Hell could break that satan's spellĪnd, as the flames climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial rite, I saw. So, come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick - Jack Flash sat on a Candlestick, 'cause.Īnd, as I watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage We started singing, bye bye Miss American PieĪnd, there we were, all in one place - a generation Lost in Space 'Cause the players tried to take the field - the marching band refused to yieldĭo you recall what was revealed the day the music died? We all got up to dance, oh, but we never got the chance Now, the halftime air was sweet perfume while the Sergeants played a marching tune The players tried for a forward pass with the Jester on the sidelines in a cast Healter Skealter in the summer swelter - the Birds flew off with a fallout shelter We were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie We sang dirges in the dark the day the music died
The courtroom was adjourned - no verdict was returnedĪnd, while Lennon read a book on Marx the quartet practiced in the park, and. Oh, and while the King was looking down the Jester stole his thorny crown When the Jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean Now, for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a Rolling Stone, but. I started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie I knew I was out of luck the day the music died I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck with a pink carnation and a pickup truck, but. You both kicked off your shoes - man, I dig those rhythm and blues Well, I know that you're in love with him, 'cause I saw you dancing in the gym Now, do you believe in Rock and Roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And. Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing.ĭid you write the Book of Love and do you have faith in God, above? Something touched me deep inside the day the music diedĭrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
I can still remember how that music used to make me smileĪnd, I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance, and.īut, February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliverīad news on the doorstep - I couldn't take one more step
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