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hair of the dog - american pie lyrics

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
but, february made me shiver 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, bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
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
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 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 singing, bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
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
when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from james dean
in a voice that came from you and me
oh, and while the king was looking down the jester stole his th-rny crown
the courtroom was adjourned – no verdict was returned
and, while lenin 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 singing, bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
this’ll be the day that i die
this’ll be the day that i die

healter skealter in the summer swelter – the birds flew off with a fallout shelter
eight miles high and falling fast
it landed foul on the gr-ss
the players tried for a forward p-ss with the jester on the sidelines in a cast
now, the halftime air was sweet perfume while the 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 singing, bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
this’ll be the day that i die
this’ll be the day that i die

and, there we were, all in one place – a generation lost in sp-ce
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
and, as i watched him on the stage my hands were clenched in fists of rage
no angel born in h-ll 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 singing, bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
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
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
and, in the streets the children screamed, the lover’s 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, bye bye miss american pie
drove my chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
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 ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing…
this’ll be the day that i die

- hair of the dog lyrics

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