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what are the full lyrics to american pie or if you can just give me a site where I will find the lyrics

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  • 1 decade ago
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    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.

    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 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.

    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."

    Helter skelter in a summer swelter.

    The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,

    Eight miles high and falling 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 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."

    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

    He was singing,

    "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."

    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 drinkin’ whiskey and rye

    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

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  • 1 decade ago

    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.

    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 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.

    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."

    Helter skelter in a summer swelter.

    The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,

    Eight miles high and falling 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 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."

    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

    He was singing,

    "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."

    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 drinkin’ whiskey and rye

    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

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  • 1 decade ago

    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

    {Refrain}

    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'

    {Refrain}

    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 Lenin 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

    {Refrain}

    Helter Skelter in a summer swelter

    The birds 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

    {Refrain}

    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

    He was singing

    {Refrain}

    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 woudn'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

    {Refrain}

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  • Anonymous
    1 decade ago

    A long long time ago,

    I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.

    but I knew if I had my chance,

    that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while.

    The rest is easy

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  • The story goes that the first time Don McClean did LSD (acid) he wrote this song and when he came off his acid, he didn't remember what it was about...LOL!

    Happy New Years!

    :-)

    Source(s): NP: Let Me Sleep by Pearl Jam
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