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American Pie

A storytelling classic from *American Pie*, 1971, reflecting on music and loss.

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’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

Chorus

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

This’ll 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 and 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

Chorus

I started singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

This’ll 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

In 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

Chorus

We were singin’ bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die

This’ll be the day that I die