I KNEW! Because Don didn't know why he wrote IT!

A long, long time agoI can still remember how that music used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people danceAnd maybe they'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliverBad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more stepI can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed brideBut something touched me deep inside the day the music died
So bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God aboveIf the Bible tells you so?Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul?And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him'Cause I saw you dancing in the gymYou both kicked off your shoesMan, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage bronc'n' buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truckBut I knew I was out of luckThe day the music died
So bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
Now, for ten years we've been on our ownAnd moss grows fat on a rolling 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 me
Oh, and while the king was looking downThe jester stole his thorny crownThe courtroom was adjournedNo verdict was returned
And while Lenin read a book on MarxThe quartet practiced in the parkAnd we sang dirges in the darkThe day the music died
So bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryAnd them good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelterThe birds flew off with a fallout shelterEight miles high and falling fastLanded foul on the grassThe players tried for a forward passWith the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half time air was sweet perfumeWhile 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 died?
We started singing bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeAnd singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place, a 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 friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rageNo angel born in hellCould break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrificial riteI saw Satan laughing with delightThe day the music died
He was singing bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeAnd singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
I 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 play
And in the streets the children screamedThe lovers cried and the poets dreamedBut not a word was spokenThe church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire mostThe Father, Son, and the Holy GhostThey caught the last train for the coastThe day the music died
And they were singing bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die
They were singing, bye, bye Miss American PieDrove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dryThem good old boys were drinking whiskey and ryeSinging this'll be the day that I die

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