[Verse]
           
A long, long t


ime ago,
            
I can still re


member,
              
how that music

            
 used to make 

    
me smile.
             
And I knew if 

     
I had my chanc

e,
            
that I could m

          
ake those peop

le dance,
            
and maybe they

             
'd by happy fo

    
r a while.
           
But February m


ade me shiver,
            
with every pap

   
er I'd deliver

.
            
Bad news on th

       
e doorstep;
             
I couldn't tak

            
e one more ste

p
            
I can't rememb

        
er if I cried,
            
when I read ab

        
out his widowe

d bride;
            
something touc

       
hed me deep in

side,
            
the day the mu

          \
sic died.

[Chorus]
            
So, bye-bye, M

            
iss American P

ie,
             
drove my Chevy

             
 to the levee 

             
but the levee 

    
was dry.
             
Them good ole 

             
boys were drin

             
king whiskey a

   
nd rye,
           
singing this'l

              
l be the day t

      
hat I die,
           
this'll be the

            
 day that I di

e.

[Verse]
             
Did you write 

    
the book of lo

ve,
             
and do you hav

           
e faith in God

 above,
           
if the Bible t

ells you so?
            
Now do you bel

        
ieve in rock a

nd roll,
            
can music save

      
 your mortal s

oul?
            
And can you te

             
ach me how to 

      
dance real slo

w?

[Verse]
           
Well I know th

             
at you're in l


ove with him,
           
'cause I saw y

           
ou dancing in 

the gym
            
You both kicke

           
d off your sho

es,
             
man I dig thos

             
e rhythm and b

lues!
             
I was a lonely

        
 teenage bronc

hing buck,
            
with a pink ca

              
rnation and a 


pick-up truck.
            
But I knew I w

            
as out of luck

             
 the day, the 

     
music died.
         
I started sing

ing

[Chorus]
            
Bye-bye, Miss 

        
American Pie,
             
drove my Chevy

             
 to the levee 

             
but the levee 

    
was dry.
             
Them good ole 

             
boys were drin

             
king whiskey a

   
nd rye,
           
singing this'l

              
l be the day t

      
hat I die,
           
this'll be the

            
 day that I di

e.

[Verse]
             
Now for ten ye

              
ars, we've bee

  
n on our own;
             
and moss grows

          
 fat on a roll

ing stone,
            
but that's not

        
 how it used t

o be.
             
When the jeste

             
r sang for the

 
 King and
            
Queen, in a co

              
at he borrowed

 
 from James De

an,
            
and a voice th

             
at came from y

       
ou and me

[Verse]
           
Oh, and while 

             
the king was l


ooking down,
           
the jester sto

       
le his thorny 

crown,
             
the court room

       
 was adjourned

,
             
no verdict was

   
 returned.
             
And while Lenn

         
on read a book

 on Marx,
            
the quartet pr

        
acticed in the

 park;
            
and we sang di

     
rges in the da

rk,
            
the day the mu

    
sic died,
        
we were singin

g

[Chorus]
            
Bye-bye, Miss 

        
American Pie,
             
drove my Chevy

             
 to the levee 

             
but the levee 

    
was dry.
             
Them good ole 

             
boys were drin

             
king whiskey a

   
nd rye,
           
singing this'l

              
l be the day t

      
hat I die,
           
this'll be the

            
 day that I di

e.