Karaoké American Pie (45 version) 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

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

Mmh now do you believe in rock and 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 'cos 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

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And 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 lookin' 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

We were singin'

Bye bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Bye bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die