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

But February made me shiver
With every paper I delivered,
Bad news on the door step,
I couldn't take one more step

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
So...

Refrain:
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin 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.
And do you believe in rock 'n' roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well I know that you're in love with him
Cuz I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes
And I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage bronkin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pick up truck
But I knew I was out of luck,
The day, the music, died.
I started singin...

Refrain
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin 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 rollin 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
And a voice that came from you and me.

Oh 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'...

Refrain
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fallin' fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance
Oh but we never got the chance.

As the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,
the day, the music, died?
We started singin'...

Refrain
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

Oh and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in s___e
With no time left to start again.
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
Because fire is the devils only friend.

Oh and as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clinched in fists of rage,
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell.

And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight,
The day, the music, died.
He was singin'...

Refrain
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and 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, and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day, the music, died.
And they were singin'...

Refrain
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin this will be the day that I die.
This will be the day that I die.

They were singin'...

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey 'n' rye
Singin' this will be the day that I die.

Hace mucho, mucho tiempo
aún puedo recordar
como la música me hacia sonreír
y sé que si tuviera una sola oportunidad
podría hacer a esa gente bailar
y quizá serian felices por un momento

Escribiste tú el libro del amor
y tienes fe en el Dios de allá arriba
si la Biblia te dice eso
ahora, crees en Rock & roll
y puede la música salvar tu alma mortal
y puede enseñarte como bailar realmente lento

bueno, sé que estas enamorada de él
por que los vi bailando en el gimnasio
ambos se quitaron los zapatos
y yo hice de Dios un ritmo y un blues
yo era un triste adolescente sin nada de suerte
con un gran clavel y una camioneta Pick-up
pero supe que me había quedado sin suerte
el día que la música murió
comencé a cantar

Así que adiós adiós Señorita Pastel Americano
manejé mi Chevy hasta el huerto
pero esté estaba vacío
y los viejos chicos buenos estaban tomando whiskey y centeno
al cantar esto será el día que moriré
será el día que moriré

Conocí a una chica que cantaba el blues
y le pregunte por algunas buenas noticias
pero solo me sonrió y se marchó
bien. entonces bajé hasta la tienda sagrada
donde escuché la música años atrás
pero el hombre de ahí, me dijo, que la música no tocaría

En la calle los niños gritaron
los amantes lloraron y los poetas soñaron
pero ni una palabra fue dicha
las campanas de la iglesia todas rotas
y los tres hombres que yo más admiraba
el padre, el hijo y el espíritu santo
tomaron el último tren a la costa
el día que la música murió
comencé a cantar

Así que adiós adiós Señorita Pastel Americano
manejé mi Chevy hasta el huerto
pero esté estaba vacío
y los viejos chicos buenos estaban tomando whiskey y centeno
al cantar esto será el día que moriré
será el día que moriré

Así que adiós adiós Señorita Pastel Americano
manejé mi Chevy hasta el huerto
pero esté estaba vacío
y los viejos chicos buenos estaban tomando whiskey y centeno
al cantar esto será el día que moriré
será el día que moriré

Comenzamos a cantar
Comenzamos a cantar
Comenzamos a cantar
Comenzamos a cantar

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