American Pie (Shortened Version)

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, theyd be happy for a while

But february made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step
I cant 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, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll 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 youre 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, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die

Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats 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, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die

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, thisll be the day that I die
Thisll be the day that I die