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
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died; SO
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
