American Piea long long time agoi can still remember how that music used to make me smileand i knew if i had my chancethat i could make those people danceand maybe they"d be happy for a while.but february made me shiverwith every paper i"d deliverbad news on the doorstepi couldn"t take one more stepi can"t remember if i criedwhen i read about his widowed bridebut something touched me deep insidethe day the music diedso bye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was dryand them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i diethis"ll be the day that i diedid you write the book of loveand do you have faith in god aboveif the bible tells you sodo you believe in rock "n rollcan music save your mortal souland can you teach me how to dance real slowwell, i know that you"re in love with him"cause i saw you dancin" in the gymyou both kicked off your shoesman, i dig those rhythm and bluesi was a lonely teenage broncin" buckwith a pink carnation and a pickup truckbut i knew i was out of luckthe day the music diedi started singin"bye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was dryand them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i diethis"ll be the day that i dienow for ten years we"ve been on our ownand moss grows fat on a rollin" stonebut that"s not how it used to bewhen the jester sang for the king and queenin a coat he borrowed from james deanand a voice that came from you and meoh, and while the king was looking downthe jester stole his thorny crownthe courtroom was adjournedno verdict was returnedand while lennon read a book of marxthe quartet practiced in the parkand we sang dirges in the darkthe day the music diedwe were singingbye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was dryand them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i diethis"ll be the day that i diehelter skelter in a summer swelterthe byrds flew off with a fallout sheltereight miles high and falling fastit landed foul out on the grassthe players tried for a forward passwith the jester on the sidelines in a castnow the half-time air was sweet perfumewhile the sergeants played a marching tunewe all got up to danceoh, but we never got the chance"cause the players tried to take the fieldthe marching band refused to yielddo you recall what was revealedthe day the music diedwe started singingbye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was dryand them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i diethis"ll be the day that i dieoh, and there we were all in one placea generation lost in spacewith no time left to start againso come on, jack be nimble, jack be quickjack flash sat on a candlestick"cause fire is the devil"s only friendoh, and as i watched him on the stagemy hands were clenched in fists of rageno angel born in hellcould break that satan"s spelland as the flames climbed high into the nightto light the sacrifical ritei saw satan laughing with delightthe day the music diedhe was singingbye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was dryand them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i diethis"ll be the day that i diei met a girl who sang the bluesand i asked her for some happy newsbut she just smiled and turned awayi went down to the sacred storewhere i"d heard the music years beforebut the man there said the music wouldn"t playand in the streets the children screamedthe lovers cried, and the poets dreamedbut not a word was spokenthe church bells all were brokenand the three men i admire mostthe father, son and the holy ghostthey caught the last train for the coastthe day the music diedand they were singingbye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was dryand them good old boys were drinkin" whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i diethis"ll be the day that i diethey were singing bye-bye, miss american piedrove my chevy to the leveebut the levee was drythem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryesingin" this"ll be the day that i die