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Nashville Acoustic Trio
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American Pie
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 Lenin 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 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.
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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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