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A long_, long_ time ago,
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I can still remember how that music used to make me smile_
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And I knew if I had my chance,
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I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while
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Did_ you_ write the book of love and do you have faith in God above?
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If the Bible tells you so___
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Now do you believe in rock and roll
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and can music save your mortal soul and
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Can you teach me how to dance real_ slow_______?
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Well, I know that you're in love with him,
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Cause I saw you dancing in the gym,
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You both kicked off your shoes,
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Man I dig those rhythm and blues__.
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I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck with a
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Pink carnation and a pick up truck,
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But I knew that I__ was out__ of luck the day__, the mu___sic, died__.
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I started singing,
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Bye__ - Bye__, Miss American Pie,
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Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry,
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Them good ole' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye, singin'
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This'll be the day that I die___, This'll be the day that I die___.
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G Am C Am
I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news__,
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But she just smiled and turned away____.
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Well I went down to the sacred store
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Where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music
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wouldn't play_____
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Well now in the streets the children screamed,
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the lovers cried and the poets dreamed
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But not a word was spoken__, the church bells all were broken____
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And the three men I__ admire the most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
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They caught the last_ train for the coast_ the day__, the mu___sic, died__.
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They started singing,
REFRÃO
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REFRÃO
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We started singing___
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We started singing___
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We started singing___
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We started singing___
Written by Don Mclean