Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing
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
Now do you believe in rock n´ roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can it teach me how to dance real slow
Well I know that your in love with him
Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
And I did Gods rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage brock of luck
With a great carnation and a pick up truck
But i knew that I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing
Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levy
But the levy was dry
And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing
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 rolling 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
In a voice that came from you and me
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 quartet practiced 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 levy
But the levy was dry
And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
singing
This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die