Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye And singin', "this'll be the day that I die. I started singin', "bye-bye, miss american pie." Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry.
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. Well, I know that you're in love with him `cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. "this'll be the day that I die."ĭid you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock 'n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "this'll be the day that I die. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died. Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.īut february made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver. I can still remember How that music used to make me smile.
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