Bye bye miss american pie Drove my chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing This will be the day that I die This will 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 Now do you believe in rock n´ roll And can music save your mortal soul And can it teach me how to dance real slow Well I know that your in love with him Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes And I did Gods rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage brock of luck With a great carnation and a pick up truck But i knew that I was out of luck The day the music died I started singing Bye bye miss american pie Drove my chevy to the levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing This will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die 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 In a voice that came from you and me 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 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 levy But the levy was dry And good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye singing This will be the day that I die This will be the day that I die