About the Song
Don McLeanâs iconic song, âAmerican Pieâ, transcends recorded music. The songâs rich tapestry of lyrics and sprawling narrative practically demand a live performance setting to fully appreciate its power. Witnessing Don McLean perform âAmerican Pieâ is an experience that goes beyond simply listening to the song. Itâs a chance to connect with the energy and passion that McLean pours into his legendary performance.
McLeanâs stage presence is captivating. He commands the audienceâs attention with his expressive gestures and powerful vocals. The songâs opening line, a dramatic âA long, long time ago,â sets the stage for a journey through a bygone era, drawing the audience into the enigmatic narrative.
Live performances of âAmerican Pieâ often take on a life of their own. McLeanâs improvisational flourishes and nuanced delivery add depth and intrigue to the songâs cryptic lyrics. The audience becomes part of the performance, swaying and singing along to the familiar chorus, âBye, bye Miss American Pie.â
The songâs length, clocking in at over eight minutes, allows McLean to truly inhabit the story. He effortlessly shifts between moments of tender reflection and bursts of raw emotion, keeping the audience engaged throughout the epic journey. The energy in the room builds as the song progresses, culminating in a powerful and cathartic finale.
âAmerican Pieâ is more than just a song; itâs a cultural touchstone. Witnessing McLean perform it live is an opportunity to connect with the songâs enduring legacy. Itâs a chance to experience the music in its rawest form, fueled by McLeanâs undeniable talent and the collective energy of the audience. Whether youâre a lifelong fan or a newcomer discovering the song for the first time, a live performance of âAmerican Pieâ is a truly unforgettable experience.
Video
Lyrics: American Pie
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 theyâd be happy for a whileBut February made me shiver
With every paper Iâd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldnât take one more stepI canât remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music diedSo bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
Singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Thisâll be the day that I dieDid you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so?
Now do you believe in rock and roll?
Can music save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?Well, I know that youâre in love with him
âCause I saw you dancinâ in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and bluesI was a lonely teenage broncinâ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died
I started singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
Singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Thisâll be the day that I die
Now for ten years weâve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollinâ stone
But thatâs not how it used to be
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
Oh, and while the king was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennin 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 singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
Singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Thisâll be the day that I die
Helter skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
âCause 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 singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
And singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Thisâll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
âCause fire is the devilâs only friend
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 Satanâs spell
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 singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
And singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Thisâll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where Iâd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldnât play
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
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 bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
Singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Thisâll be the day that I die
They were singing bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey ân rye
And singinâ thisâll be the day that I die
Â
Post navigation
John Denver â Thank God Iâm A Country Boy Neither One Of Us Wants to Say Goodbye: A Heartfelt Ballad by Gladys Knight & the Pips