American Pie Songtext
von Don McLean

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

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This′ll be the day that I die
This′ll be the day that I die"


Did you write the book of love?
Do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now 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 dancing in the gym
You know you both kicked off your shoes
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 singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol′ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "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
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
A quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol′ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singing, "This'll be the day that I die
This′ll be the day that I die"

Helter-skelter in the summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
The jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played their 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
Them good ol′ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die
This'll 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 his 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 flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol′ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "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 for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
And 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

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
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 singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die
This′ll be the day that I die"

They were singing, "Bye-bye, Miss American Pie"
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
Them good ol′ boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, "This'll be the day that I die"