Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, ...
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.nnA long, long time agonI can still remember how that music used to make me smile.nAnd I knew if I had my chance,nThat I could make those people dance nAnd maybe they'd be happy for awhile.nBut February made me shiver with every paper I'd deliver,nBad news on the doorstep; I couldn't take one more step.nI can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride,nBut something touched me deep inside, the day the music died.nnSo, bye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die. nThis will be the day that I die."nnDid you write the book of love,nAnd do you have faith in god above,nIf the bible tells you so?nNow do you believe in rock and roll?nCan music save your mortal soul?nAnd can you teach me how to dance real slow?nnWell, I know that you're in love with him,n'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym,nYou both kicked off your shoes,nAnd I dig those rhythmic blues,nI was a lonely teenaged bronking buck,nWith a pink carnation and a pickup truck,nBut I knew I was out of luck, the day the music died.nnI started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die. nThis will be the day that I die." nnNow, for ten years, we've been on our own,nAnd moss grows fat on our rolling stone,nBut that's not how it used to be,nWhen the jester sang for the king and queen, nIn a coat he borrowed from James Dean,nAnd a voice that came from you and me,nnOh and while the king was looking down,nThe jester stole his thorny crown,nThe courtroom was adjourned;nNo verdict was returned.nAnd while Lennon read a book on Marx,nThe quartet practiced in the park,nAnd we sang dirges in the dark, the day the music died.nnThey were singing, bye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die. nThis will be the day that I die."nnHelter skelter in a summer swelter.nThe Byrds flew off for the fallout shelter,nEight miles high and falling fast.nIt landed foul on the grass.nThe players tried for a forward pass,nWith the jester on the sidelines in a cast.nnNow the halftime air was sweet perfume,nWhile sergeants played a marching tune,nWe all got up to dance,nOh, but we never got the chancen`Cause the players tried to take the field;nThe marching band refused to yield.nDo you recall what was revealed, the day the music died?nnWe started singing, bye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die. nThis will be the day that I die."nnOh, and there we were all in one place,nA generation lost in space,nWith no time left to start again.nSo, come on; jack be nimble, jack be quick,nJack flash sat on a candlestick,n'Cause fire is the devil's only friend.nnOh, and as I watched him on the stagenMy hands were clenched in fists of rage.nNo angel born in hellnCould break that satan's spell.nAnd as the flames climbed high into the nightnTo light the sacrificial rite,nI saw satan laughing with delightnThe day the music died.nnHe was singing, bye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die. nThis will be the day that I die."nnI met a girl who sang the bluesnAnd I asked her for some happy news,nBut she just smiled and turned away.nI went down to the sacred storenWhere I'd heard the music years before,nBut the man there said the music wouldn't play.nnAnd in the streets, the children screamed,nThe lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.nBut not a word was spoken;nThe church bells all were broken.nAnd the three men I admire most:nThe father, son, and the holy ghost,nThey caught the last train for the coast,nThe day the music died.nnAnd they were singing....nBye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die.nThis will be the day that I die."nnThey were singing....nBye bye Miss American Pie,nDrove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.nThem good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye,nSinging, "This will be the day that I die." Less
