Escrita
por Don McLean, foi gravada em 26 de maio de 1971 e lançada em 24 de
outubro de 1971 no disco de mesmo nome. Foi lançada também em
compacto e ficou no topo dos charts pop americanos por 4 semanas.
Chegou também ao topo na Australia, Canadá e Nova Zelandia. Chegou
ao número 2 no Reino Unido.
É
uma canção dedicada à Buddy Holly.
Don
McLean cantou e tocou violão. Paul Griffin tocou piano. David
Spinozza tocou guitarra elétrica. Bob Rothstein tocou baixo. Roy
Markowitz tocou pandeiro e bateria. The West Forty Fourth Street
Rhythm and Noise Choir cantaram o refrão.
Foi
regravada por Madonna e John Mayer, entre outros artistas.
A
letra:
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 they'd be happy for a while
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 they'd be happy for a while
But February made me
shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I
cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So
When I read about his widowed bride
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 ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' 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 above
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
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 dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
'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'
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
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' 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 own
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's not how it used to be
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone
But, that's 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
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
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon read a
book on Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died
We were singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a
summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the
grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air
was sweet perfume
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
While sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players
tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin'
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
And singin' 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 space
With no time left to start again
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on Jack be
nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend
Oh and as I watched him
on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in Hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames
climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang
the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the
sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the
children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I
admire most
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died
And they were singing
Bye, bye Miss American
Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die
They were singing
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
A versão de Don
McLean:
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Mayer:
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