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,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chivy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were
drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."
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