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 by happy for a while. |
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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 dancing 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 pick-up truck. |
But I knew I was out of luck the day, |
the music died. I started singing.... |
Chorus: |
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie. |
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the |
levee was dry, them good ole boys |
were drinkin' 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 so |
I asked her for some happy news |
But she just smiled and turned away. |
I went down to the sacred store |
Where I heard the music years before. |
But the man there said |
the music wouldn't play. And |
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. |
And 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 |
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x2 |
Repeat Chorus |