How the music used to make me smile
I knew that I had my chance
With every paper I deliver
I couldn't take one more step
I don't remember if I cried
when I read about his widow Brad
Something touched me deep inside
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
And good old boys were drinking
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Did you write a 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 monosodium?
Cause I saw you dancing in the gym
You both kicked up your shoes
Well, I dig those drum and blues
I was a lonely teenage drunken bug
With a pencarnation and a pickup truck
and I knew I was out of luck the day
An d we were singing, bye,
No more Chevy to the levee,
Singing, this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
And mushrooms fed on rolling stone
Well, that's not the way it used to be
Well, the jester sang for
Sent a code he borrowed from Jane Steen
And a voice that came right
While the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The cartoon was a jump -up,
The Quartet practised in the parking
We sang dirges in the dark of day
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
And good old boys were drinking
Singing, this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
Well, helter -skelter and
Bugs flew out in fallout shell, too
Eight miles off, but falling fast
Well, it's landed far on the grass
The players strive for a forward pass
With a gesture on the side
The sergeants played a marching tune
but we never had a chance
Cause the police tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield, wow
That was all there was revealed the day
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
From the Chevy to the levee,
And good old boys were drinking
Singing, this will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
One of them, we were all in one place
A generation lost its pace
With no time left to start again
I said, Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick
But Jack said, I'm a cattlestick
Well, as I saw him on the stage
I clasped my hands and fists of rage
Could break this satin spell
To light the sacrificial wrath
I saw Satan laughing with delight
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
From my Chevy to the levee,
And good old boys were drinking
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
So I went down to the sacred store
Where I heard the music long ago
but not a word was spoken
The church bells were all broken
The three men that I admire most
they took the last train for the coast
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my shammy to the levee
Singing this will be the day that I die
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