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.
man,i 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'

bye,bye 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 father,son, the holy ghost-
they caught the last train 4 the coast.
the day the music died.
we started singing.
we started singing.