p e a c e

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
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

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,
Bye-bye, miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', this'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die.