American Pie (feat. Don McLean)

American Pie (feat. Don McLean) - Home Free/Don McLean

Composed by：Don McLean

Don McLean：

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

Them good ol' boys are drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "This will be the day that I die"

"This will be the day that I die"

Adam Chance：

Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above

If the Bible tells you so

Tells me 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

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 singing bye bye miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys are drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "This will be the day that I die"

"This will be the day that I die"

Austin Brown：

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

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 on Marx

The quartet practiced in the park

And we sang dirges in the dark

The day the music died

Ah we were singing bye bye miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys are drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "This will be the day that I die"

"This will be the day that I die"

Rob Lundquist：

Helter skelter in a summer swelter

The birds flew off with a fallout shelter

Eight miles high and fallin' fast

It landed foul 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

Them good ol' boys are drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "This will be the day that I die"

"This will be the day that I die"

Tim Foust：

Oh and there we were all in one place

A generation lost in space

With no time left to start again

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 sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

And he were singing bye bye miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good ol' boys are drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "This will be the day that I die"

"This will be the day that I die"

Don McLean：

I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled and turned away

And 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

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

Them good ol' boys are drinking whiskey and rye

Singing "This will be the day that I die"

"This will be the day that I die"