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Jade Bird
Jade Bird
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Luke Prosser
Luke Prosser
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Brian Allen
Brian Allen
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Don McLean
Don McLean
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Charlie Holmes
Charlie Holmes
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Dave Cobb
Dave Cobb
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Phillip Smith
Phillip Smith
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Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
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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 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 And them good ol' boys drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die" Oh, 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 'n' roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow? And I know you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage bronckin' buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singin' Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys are drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die" Oh, I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away 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 And in the streets, the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells were all broken And the three men I admire the most The father, son, and the holy ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singin' Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ol' boys are drinkin' whiskey and rye Singin', "This will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die" The day the music died
Writer(s): Don Mclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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