American

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

mani 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'

byebye 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 fatherson the holy ghost-

they caught the last train 4 the coast

the day the music died

we started singing

we started singing