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NA long long time ago
EI can still remember how
VThat music used to make me smile
EAnd I knew if I had my chance
RThat I could make those people dance
GAnd maybe they'd be happy for a while
OBut February made me shiver
NWith every paper I'd deliver
NBad news on the doorstep
AI couldn't take one more step
GI can't remember if I cried
IWhen I read about his widowed bride
VSomething touched me deep inside
EThe day the music died
YSo
OBye, bye Miss American Pie
UDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
UAnd them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
PSingin' this'll be the day that I die
NThis'll be the day that I die
EDid you write the book of love
VAnd do you have faith in God above
EIf the Bible tells you so?
RDo you believe in rock and roll?
GCan music save your mortal soul?
OAnd can you teach me how to dance real slow?
NWell, I know that you're in love with him
N'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
AYou both kicked off your shoes
LMan, I dig those rhythm and blues
EI was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
TWith a pink carnation and a pickup truck
YBut I knew I was out of luck
OThe day the music died
UI started singin'
DBye, bye Miss American Pie
ODrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
WAnd them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
NSingin' this'll be the day that I die
NThis'll be the day that I die
ENow, for ten years we've been on our own
VAnd moss grows fat on a rolling stone
EBut, that's not how it used to be
RWhen the jester sang for the king and queen
GIn a coat he borrowed from James Dean
OAnd a voice that came from you and me
NOh and while the king was looking down
NThe jester stole his thorny crown
AThe courtroom was adjourned
RNo verdict was returned
UAnd while Lennon read a book on Marx
NThe quartet practiced in the park
AAnd we sang dirges in the dark
RThe day the music died
OWe were singin'
UBye, bye Miss American Pie
NDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
DThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
AAnd singin' this'll be the day that I die
NThis'll be the day that I die
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DHelter skelter in a summer swelter
DThe birds flew off with a fallout shelter
EEight miles high and falling fast
SIt landed foul on the grass
EThe players tried for a forward pass
RWith the jester on the sidelines in a cast
TNow the half-time air was sweet perfume
YWhile sergeants played a marching tune
OWe all got up to dance
UOh, but we never got the chance
N'Cause the players tried to take the field
EThe marching band refused to yield
VDo you recall what was revealed
EThe day the music died?
RWe started singin'
GBye, bye Miss American Pie
ODrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
NThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
NAnd singin' this'll be the day that I die
AThis'll be the day that I die
MOh, and there we were all in one place
AA generation lost in space
KWith no time left to start again
ESo come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
YJack Flash sat on a candlestick
O'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
UOh and as I watched him on the stage
CMy hands were clenched in fists of rage
RNo angel born in Hell
YCould break that Satan's spell
NAnd as the flames climbed high into the night
ETo light the sacrificial rite
VI saw Satan laughing with delight
EThe day the music died
RHe was singin'
GBye, bye Miss American Pie
ODrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
NThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
NSingin' this'll be the day that I die
AThis'll be the day that I die
SI met a girl who sang the blues
AAnd I asked her for some happy news
YBut she just smiled and turned away
GI went down to the sacred store
OWhere I'd heard the music years before
OBut the man there said the music wouldn't play
DAnd in the streets the children screamed
BThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
YBut not a word was spoken
EThe church bells all were broken
NAnd the three men I admire most
EThe Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
VThey caught the last train for the coast
EThe day the music died
RAnd they were singing
GBye, bye Miss American Pie
TThey were singingODrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
NAnd them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
NSingin' this'll be the day that I die
AThis'll be the day that I die
EBye, bye Miss American Pie
LDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
LThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
ASingin' this'll be the day that I die
IOf this shitpost
EI really wish
ADon McLean
NWould have written
DThirteen more lines
HOh wait
UI'll just borrow
RFrom another song
TBut which one
YThere are so many
OOh I know
UIs this the real life