A long, long time ago...

How that music used to make me smile

That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be

But February made me shiver with every

Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn't take

I can't remember if I cried when I read about his

But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died, so bye-bye,

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin'

Singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the

Did you write the book of love and do you have

If the Bible tells you so?

Can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me

Well, I know that you're in love with him cause I

You both kicked off your shoes

I was a lonely, teenage broncin' buck with a

But I knew I was out of luck, the day the music died
I started singin', bye-bye

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin'

And singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the

Now for ten years we've been on our own and

But that's not how it used to be...
When the jester sang for the

In a coat he borrowed from James Dean

Oh, and while the king was looking down the

The courtroom was adjourned;

And while Lenin read a book on Marx the

And we sang dirges in the dark, the day the music died
We were singing, bye-bye

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin'

And singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

The players tried for a forward pass with the

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the

We all got up to dance, Oh but we never

Cause the players tried to take the field;

Do you recall what was revealed, the day the music died?
We were singin', bye-bye

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin'

And singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the

Oh, and there we were all in one place

With no time left to start again
So come on:

Jack be quick

Cause fire is the devil's

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage

No angel born in hell

And as the flames climbed high into the night

I saw Satan

The day the music died
He was singing, bye-bye

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin'

And singin' this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the

I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her

But she just smiled and turned away

Where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the

And in the streets: the children screamed

But not a word was spoken

And the three men I admire most

They caught the last train for the coast

And they were singin', bye-bye

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinkin'

Singing this'll be the