A long long time ago.

I can sitll remember how.

That music used 2 make me smile.

And I knew that if I had my chance.

That I could make those people dance.

And maybe they'd be happy 4 a while.

Did U write the book of love.

And do U have faith in God above.

If the Bible tells U so?

Now do U believe in rock & roll?

Can music save Ur mortal soul?

And can U teach me.

How 2 dance real slowly?

Well, I know that U're in love with him.

'Cause I saw U dancing in the gym.

U both kicked off Ur shoes.

Man,I dig those rhythm & blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck.

With a pink carnation & a pickup truck.

But I knew that I was out of luck.

The day the music died.

I started singin'

Bye,bye Miss American Pie.

Drove my chivy 2 the levee.

But the levee was dry.

Then goo dole boys.

Were drinking whiskey & rye.

Singin' this'll be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues.

And I asked her 4 some happy new.

But she just smiled & turned away.

Then I went down 2 the sacred store.

Where I'd heard the music years before.

But the man there said.

The music wouldn't play.

Well now in the streets the children screamed.

The lovers cried & 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,& the Holy Ghost-

They caught the last train 4 the coast.

The day the music died.

We started singing.

Bye,bye Miss American Pie.

Drove my chivy 2 the levee.

But the levee was dry.

Then goo dole boys.

Were drinking whiskey & rye.

Singin' this'll be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

Bye,bye Miss American Pie.

Drove my chivy 2 the levee.

But the levee was dry.

Then goo dole boys.

Were drinking whiskey & rye.

Singin' this'll be the day that I die.

This'll be the day that I die.

We started singing.

We started singing.

We started singing.

We started singing.