文本歌词

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
　　Did you write the Book of Love
　　And do you have faith in God above
　　If the Bible tells you so
　　Do you believe in rock 'n 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 dancin' 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 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 old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
　　Singin' this'll be the day that I die
　　This'll be the day that I die
　　Now for ten years we've been on our own
　　And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
　　But that's not how it used to be
　　When the jester sang for the King and Queen
　　In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
　　And a voice that came from you and me
　　Oh and while the King was looking down
　　The jester stole his thorny crown
　　The courtroom was adjourned
　　No verdict was returned
　　And while Lennon read a book of Marx
　　The quartet practiced in the park
　　And we sang dirges 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 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
　　Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
　　The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
　　Eight miles high and falling fast
　　It landed foul out on the grass
　　The players tried for a forward pass
　　With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
　　Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
　　While the Sergeants played a marching tune
　　We all got up to dance
　　Oh but we never got the chance
　　'Cause the players tried to take the field
　　The marching band refused to yield
　　Do you recall what was revealed
　　The day the music died
　　We started 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
　　Oh and there we were all in one place
　　A generation Lost in Space
　　With no time left to start again
　　So come on Jack be nimble Jack be quick
　　Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
　　'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
　　Oh and as I watched him on the stage
　　My hands were clenched in fists of rage
　　No angel born in hell
　　Could break that Satan's spell
　　And as the flames climbed high into the night
　　To light the sacrifical rite
　　I saw Satan laughing with delight
　　The day the music died
　　He was 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
　　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 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
　　They were singing bye-bye Miss American Pie
　　Drove my chevy to the levee
　　But the levee was dry
　　Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
　　Singin' this'll be the day that I die