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American Pie - The King's Singers

A long long time ago i can still remember

How that music used to make me smile

And i could make those people dance

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 bey-bey miss American pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day that i diea

This'll be the day that i diea

Now for ten years we've been on our own

And moss grows fat on a rolling 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

And we were singing bey-bey miss American pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day that i diea

This'll be the day that i diea

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 sacrificial rite

I saw satan laughing with delight

The day the music died

And he was singing bey-bey miss American pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day that i diea

This'll be the day that i diea

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 apoken

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 singsing bey-bey miss American pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day that i diea

This'll be the day that i diea

Bey-bey miss American pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye

Singing this'll be the day that i diea

This'll be the day that i diea

Singing this'll be the day that i diea