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<FONT COLOR="BLACK"SIZE="7"><b> American Pie </B>

<FONT COLOR="black"SIZE="1">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'd deliver

Bad news on the doorstep 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

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' 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 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 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym

You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

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

I started singin'

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' 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 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 of Marx The quartet
practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul out 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

'Cause 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 singing

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing 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 Space

With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the

Devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage

No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell

And as the planes climbed high into the night

To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

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 woudn'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

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing 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 woudn'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

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.

Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee

But the levee was dry an them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die.

<FONT COLOR="BLACK"SIZE="7"><b> -Don McLeans