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  "description": "<p></p><div>Continuing to be inspired by seeing Don McLean live, I decided to take a crack at his major hit today. I used to play this song all the time when I was younger so I am a little surprised that I never tried recording this sooner than now. Anyway, here is American Pie.<br><br><strong>\"American Pie\"</strong><br><br><br>A long, long time ago<br>I can still remember how that music used to make me smile<br>And I knew if I had my chance<br>That I could make those people dance<br>And maybe they'd be happy for a while<br><br>But February made me shiver<br>With every paper I'd deliver<br>Bad news on the doorstep<br>I couldn't take one more step<br><br>I can't remember if I cried<br>When I read about his widowed bride<br>But something touched me deep inside<br>The day the music died<br><br>So bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>Singin' this'll be the day that I die<br>This'll be the day that I die<br><br>Did you write the book of love<br>And do you have faith in God above<br>If the Bible tells you so?<br>Now do you believe in rock and roll?<br>Can music save your mortal soul?<br>And can you teach me how to dance real slow?<br><br>Well, I know that you're in love with him<br>'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym<br>You both kicked off your shoes<br>Man, I dig those rhythm and blues<br><br>I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck<br>With a pink carnation and a pickup truck<br>But I knew I was out of luck<br>The day the music died<br><br>I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>Singin' this'll be the day that I die<br>This'll be the day that I die<br><br>Now for ten years we've been on our own<br>And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone<br>But that's not how it used to be<br>When the jester sang for the king and queen<br>In a coat he borrowed from James Dean<br>And a voice that came from you and me<br><br>Oh, and while the king was looking down<br>The jester stole his thorny crown<br>The courtroom was adjourned<br>No verdict was returned<br><br>And while Lennin read a book on Marx<br>The quartet practiced in the park<br>And we sang dirges in the dark<br>The day the music died<br><br>We were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>Singin' this'll be the day that I die<br>This'll be the day that I die<br><br>Helter skelter in a summer swelter<br>The birds flew off with a fallout shelter<br>Eight miles high and falling fast<br>It landed foul on the grass<br>The players tried for a forward pass<br>With the jester on the sidelines in a cast<br><br>Now the halftime air was sweet perfume<br>While the sergeants played a marching tune<br>We all got up to dance<br>Oh, but we never got the chance<br><br>'Cause the players tried to take the field<br>The marching band refused to yield<br>Do you recall what was revealed<br>The day the music died?<br><br>We started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>And singin' this'll be the day that I die<br>This'll be the day that I die<br><br>Oh, and there we were all in one place<br>A generation lost in space<br>With no time left to start again<br>So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick<br>Jack Flash sat on a candlestick<br>'Cause fire is the devil's only friend<br><br>Oh, and as I watched him on the stage<br>My hands were clenched in fists of rage<br>No angel born in Hell<br>Could break that Satan's spell<br><br>And as the flames climbed high into the night<br>To light the sacrificial rite<br>I saw Satan laughing with delight<br>The day the music died<br><br>He was singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>And singin' this'll be the day that I die<br>This'll be the day that I die<br><br>I met a girl who sang the blues<br>And I asked her for some happy news<br>But she just smiled and turned away<br>I went down to the sacred store<br>Where I'd heard the music years before<br>But the man there said the music wouldn't play<br><br>And in the streets, the children screamed<br>The lovers cried and the poets dreamed<br>But not a word was spoken<br>The church bells all were broken<br><br>And the three men I admire most<br>The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost<br>They caught the last train for the coast<br>The day the music died<br><br>And they were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>Singin' this'll be the day that I die<br>This'll be the day that I die<br><br>They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie<br>Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry<br>Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye<br>And singin' this'll be the day that I die<br><br><br></div><br><br><p><a href=\"http://www.postybirb.com/\" rel=\"nofollow ugc\">Posted using PostyBirb</a></p>\n"
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