If the bible tells you so
Real slow
Both kicked off your shoes
I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
The day the music died
Bye bye miss american pie
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
She just smiled and turned away
Heard the music years before
The children scream
The poets dream not a word was spoken
And the three men I admire the most
The father son and the holy ghost
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 drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This will 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 drinking whiskey and rye
Singing this'll be the day that I die
This will be the day that I die
We started singing
We started singing
We started singing
We started singing