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American Pie es una canción folk rock escrita por el cantante y compositor estadounidense Don McLean, trata sobre "el día que murió la música".
En el año 1971 fue grabada y lanzada en el álbum del mismo nombre. El sencillo se mantuvo en la primera posición en las listas de popularidad de Estados Unidos durante dos semanas en 1972.
La canción hace referencia a la historia del rock and roll, comenzando en el momento de la muerte de los músicos Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens y The Big Bopper en un accidente aéreo en 1959 hasta el año 1970.
| Estrofa 1 |
| 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 |
| Estrofa 2 |
| But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step |
| Estrofa 3 |
| 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 |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 4
|
| 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? |
| Estrofa 5
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 6
|
| 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' |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 7
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 8
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 9
|
| Oh and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned |
| Estrofa 10
|
| 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' |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 11
|
| Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast |
| Estrofa 12
|
| It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
|
| Estrofa 12 bis
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 14
|
| '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' |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 15
|
| Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again |
| Estrofa 16
|
| So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the devil's only friend |
| Estrofa 17
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 18
|
| 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' |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 19
|
| I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away |
| Estrofa 20
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 21
|
| 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 |
| Estrofa 22
|
| 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 |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
| They were singin' |
| Estribillo
|
| 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 |
