Just Luis American Pie Lyrics

Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing 'This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die.'

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
And do you believe in Rock 'n' Roll
Can music save your mortal soul
Then you can 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
And I dig those Rythm 'n' Blues
I was a lonely teenage broncking 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
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing 'This will be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he'd borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me
And while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang verses 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
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing 'This will be the day that I die

I say
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And good old boys were drinking Whisky and Rye
Singing 'This will be the day that I die

I meet a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
Then 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
Well now 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
We started singing