Karaoke Track: Cat's In The Cradle by Harry Chapin (Pocket Songs) - Karaoke Nerds

A long
Long time ago

I can still remember

How that music
Usedtornake

Me smile

And I knew
Ifl had

My chance

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

The day
The music died

So bye bye
Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy
To the levee

But the levee
Was dry

Them good ol' boys
Were drinkin'

Whiskey and rye

This'll be the day
That I die

Did you write
The book of love

And do you have faith
In God above

Now do you believe
In rock 'n' roll

Can music save
Your moral soul?

And can you
Teach me

How to dance
Real slow

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 'n' blues

l 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'
Bye bye

Miss American Pie

This'll be the day
That I die

Now for ten years
We've been

On our own

That's not how
It used to be

In a voice
That came from

You and me

Oh, and while
The king was

Looking down

The courtroom
Was adjourned

No verdict
Was returned

And while Lenin
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'
Bye bye

Miss American Pie

Helter skelter
In a summer swelter

The birds flew off
With a fall-out shelter

Eight miles high
And fallin' fast

Landin' foul
On the grass

The players tried
For a forward pass

With the jester
On the sidelines

In a cast

Now the half-time air
Was sweet perfume

We all got up to dance
Woh but we never

Got the chance

Do you recall
What was revealed

The day
The music died?

We started singin'
Bye bye

Miss American Pie

Oh-oh and there
We were all in

One place a generation
Lost in space

So come on
Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

'Cause fire
Is the devil's

Only friend

Oh...and as
I watched him

On the stage

No angel born In hell
Could break that

Satan's spell

To light the
Sacrificial rite

I saw Satan laughin'
With delight

The day
The music died

He was singin'
Bye bye

Miss American Pie

lmaagm
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

But the man there
Said the music

Wouldn't play

And him in the streets
The children screamed

But not a word
Was spoken

The church bells
All were broken

And the three men
I admire the most

The father son
And Holy Ghost

They caught
The last train

For the coast

The day
The music died

They were singin'
Bye bye

Miss American Pie

Singing this'll
Be the day

That I die

This'll be the day
That I die

They were singin'
Bye bye

Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy
To the levee

But the levee was dry

Singing this'll
Be the day

That I die...

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Title: Cat's In The Cradle
Artist: Harry Chapin
Brand: Pocket Songs
(31 Other Versions)
Codes: PS1363-12 PSCDG1363-12 PSG1363-08
Genres: folk rock, singer songwriter, traditional folk