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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 |
