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NO MATTER HOW SCARY LIFE GOT I COULD DEPEND ON YOU YOU HAD THAT EASY SMILE AND WHITE, WAVY HAIR YOU WERE MY FAVORITE FATHER FIGURE WITH TWO GUNS BLAZING NOT EVEN VICTOR JORY COULD STAND UP TO THOSE 44-40S YOU PACKED AND THAT STALLION YOU RODE, I THINK HIS NAME WAS TOPPER HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND WHITE HE EVEN CAME WHEN YOU WHISTLED IVE ALWAYS LIKED BLACK AND I LOVED YOUR CLOTHES BLACK HAT, BLACK PANTS, AND SHIRT SILVER SPURS AND TWO GUNS IN BLACK HOLSTERS WITH PEARLY-WHITE HANDLES BLACK AND WHITE, THAT WAS YOU HOPPY THE BAD MEN FELL THE GOOD GUYS LIVED ON THE LADIES TOUCHED YOUR HAND BUT NEVER KISSED WHENEVER JOHN CARRADINE ASKED A QUESTION YOUD SAY THAT COMES UNDER THE HEADING OF MY BUSINESS THEN YOUD CALL FOR ANOTHER SASPARILLA I BELIEVED IN YOU SO MUCH THAT ID TAKE MY STETSON OFF AND PUT IT OVER MY HEART WHENEVER ANYBODY DIED MY HATS OFF TO YOU, HOPPY SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THE BOYS AT THE BAR-20 THE BLACK AND WHITE DAYS ARE OVER SO LONG HOPALONG CASSIDY. ©1971 DON McLEAN This poem to Hopalong Cassidy first appeared on the inside record sleeve of the American Pie album, and seemed strangely out of place at the time; I couldnt begin to see what a TV cowboy had to do with Buddy Holly. And I had almost forgotten it through the years, as subsequent reissues of the album had all omitted this dedication. It is only fairly recently—thanks to the Mobil Fidelity Sound Labs re-mastering of American Pie—that I was able to revisit the inner sleeve once again; and suddenly, there it was—black hat, white horse, black holsters, white handles. Black and white, that was you Hoppy. An ode to the memory of some TV cowboy no longer seemed the odd irrelevance it once appeared to be: just as television itself was in these years of its infancy a simpler black and white medium, Hoppy too is emblematic of the safer, less complicated black and white values of the 1950s—a hero of homespun virtue, and defender of the way we once saw ourselves. The way we once were. The black and white days are over. So long Hopalong Cassidy; bye bye Miss American Pie. INTRO | VERSE 1 | CHORUS | VERSE 2 | VERSE 3 | VERSE 4 | VERSE 5 | VERSE 6 | CONCLUSION THE FIFTIES | THE SIXTIES | 1968 | ALTAMONT | HOPPY | DON McLEAN ACKNOWLEDGMENT NO MATTER HOW SCARY LIFE GOT I COULD DEPEND ON YOU YOU HAD THAT EASY SMILE AND WHITE, WAVY HAIR YOU WERE MY FAVORITE FATHER FIGURE WITH TWO GUNS BLAZING NOT EVEN VICTOR JORY COULD STAND UP TO THOSE 44-40S YOU PACKED AND THAT STALLION YOU RODE, I THINK HIS NAME WAS TOPPER HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND WHITE HE EVEN CAME WHEN YOU WHISTLED IVE ALWAYS LIKED BLACK AND I LOVED YOUR CLOTHES BLACK HAT, BLACK PANTS, AND SHIRT SILVER SPURS AND TWO GUNS IN BLACK HOLSTERS WITH PEARLY-WHITE HANDLES BLACK AND WHITE, THAT WAS YOU HOPPY THE BAD MEN FELL THE GOOD GUYS LIVED ON THE LADIES TOUCHED YOUR HAND BUT NEVER KISSED WHENEVER JOHN CARRADINE ASKED A QUESTION YOUD SAY THAT COMES UNDER THE HEADING OF MY BUSINESS THEN YOUD CALL FOR ANOTHER SASPARILLA I BELIEVED IN YOU SO MUCH THAT ID TAKE MY STETSON OFF AND PUT IT OVER MY HEART WHENEVER ANYBODY DIED MY HATS OFF TO YOU, HOPPY SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THE BOYS AT THE BAR-20 THE BLACK AND WHITE DAYS ARE OVER SO LONG HOPALONG CASSIDY. ©1971 DON McLEAN This poem to Hopalong Cassidy first appeared on the inside record sleeve of the American Pie album, and seemed strangely out of place at the time; I couldnt begin to see what a TV cowboy had to do with Buddy Holly. And I had almost forgotten it through the years, as subsequent reissues of the album had all omitted this dedication. It is only fairly recently—thanks to the Mobil Fidelity Sound Labs re-mastering of American Pie—that I was able to revisit the inner sleeve once again; and suddenly, there it was—black hat, white horse, black holsters, white handles. Black and white, that was you Hoppy. An ode to the memory of some TV cowboy no longer seemed the odd irrelevance it once appeared to be: just as television itself was in these years of its infancy a simpler black and white medium, Hoppy too is emblematic of the safer, less complicated black and white values of the 1950s—a hero of homespun virtue, and defender of the way we once saw ourselves. The way we once were. The black and white days are over. So long Hopalong Cassidy; bye bye Miss American Pie. INTRO | VERSE 1 | CHORUS | VERSE 2 | VERSE 3 | VERSE 4 | VERSE 5 | VERSE 6 | CONCLUSION THE FIFTIES | THE SIXTIES | 1968 | ALTAMONT | HOPPY | DON McLEAN ACKNOWLEDGMENT NO MATTER HOW SCARY LIFE GOT I COULD DEPEND ON YOU YOU HAD THAT EASY SMILE AND WHITE, WAVY HAIR YOU WERE MY FAVORITE FATHER FIGURE WITH TWO GUNS BLAZING NOT EVEN VICTOR JORY COULD STAND UP TO THOSE 44-40S YOU PACKED AND THAT STALLION YOU RODE, I THINK HIS NAME WAS TOPPER HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND WHITE HE EVEN CAME WHEN YOU WHISTLED IVE ALWAYS LIKED BLACK AND I LOVED YOUR CLOTHES BLACK HAT, BLACK PANTS, AND SHIRT SILVER SPURS AND TWO GUNS IN BLACK HOLSTERS WITH PEARLY-WHITE HANDLES BLACK AND WHITE, THAT WAS YOU HOPPY THE BAD MEN FELL THE GOOD GUYS LIVED ON THE LADIES TOUCHED YOUR HAND BUT NEVER KISSED WHENEVER JOHN CARRADINE ASKED A QUESTION YOUD SAY THAT COMES UNDER THE HEADING OF MY BUSINESS THEN YOUD CALL FOR ANOTHER SASPARILLA I BELIEVED IN YOU SO MUCH THAT ID TAKE MY STETSON OFF AND PUT IT OVER MY HEART WHENEVER ANYBODY DIED MY HATS OFF TO YOU, HOPPY SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THE BOYS AT THE BAR-20 THE BLACK AND WHITE DAYS ARE OVER SO LONG HOPALONG CASSIDY. ©1971 DON McLEAN This poem to Hopalong Cassidy first appeared on the inside record sleeve of the American Pie album, and seemed strangely out of place at the time; I couldnt begin to see what a TV cowboy had to do with Buddy Holly. And I had almost forgotten it through the years, as subsequent reissues of the album had all omitted this dedication. It is only fairly recently—thanks to the Mobil Fidelity Sound Labs re-mastering of American Pie—that I was able to revisit the inner sleeve once again; and suddenly, there it was—black hat, white horse, black holsters, white handles. Black and white, that was you Hoppy. An ode to the memory of some TV cowboy no longer seemed the odd irrelevance it once appeared to be: just as television itself was in these years of its infancy a simpler black and white medium, Hoppy too is emblematic of the safer, less complicated black and white values of the 1950s—a hero of homespun virtue, and defender of the way we once saw ourselves. The way we once were. The black and white days are over. So long Hopalong Cassidy; bye bye Miss American Pie. INTRO | VERSE 1 | CHORUS | VERSE 2 | VERSE 3 | VERSE 4 | VERSE 5 | VERSE 6 | CONCLUSION THE FIFTIES | THE SIXTIES | 1968 | ALTAMONT | HOPPY | DON McLEAN ACKNOWLEDGMENT NO MATTER HOW SCARY LIFE GOT I COULD DEPEND ON YOU YOU HAD THAT EASY SMILE AND WHITE, WAVY HAIR YOU WERE MY FAVORITE FATHER FIGURE WITH TWO GUNS BLAZING NOT EVEN VICTOR JORY COULD STAND UP TO THOSE 44-40S YOU PACKED AND THAT STALLION YOU RODE, I THINK HIS NAME WAS TOPPER HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND WHITE HE EVEN CAME WHEN YOU WHISTLED IVE ALWAYS LIKED BLACK AND I LOVED YOUR CLOTHES BLACK HAT, BLACK PANTS, AND SHIRT SILVER SPURS AND TWO GUNS IN BLACK HOLSTERS WITH PEARLY-WHITE HANDLES BLACK AND WHITE, THAT WAS YOU HOPPY THE BAD MEN FELL THE GOOD GUYS LIVED ON THE LADIES TOUCHED YOUR HAND BUT NEVER KISSED WHENEVER JOHN CARRADINE ASKED A QUESTION YOUD SAY THAT COMES UNDER THE HEADING OF MY BUSINESS THEN YOUD CALL FOR ANOTHER SASPARILLA I BELIEVED IN YOU SO MUCH THAT ID TAKE MY STETSON OFF AND PUT IT OVER MY HEART WHENEVER ANYBODY DIED MY HATS OFF TO YOU, HOPPY SAY GOODBYE TO ALL THE BOYS AT THE BAR-20 THE BLACK AND WHITE DAYS ARE OVER SO LONG HOPALONG CASSIDY. ©1971 DON McLEAN This poem to Hopalong Cassidy first appeared on the inside record sleeve of the American Pie album, and seemed strangely out of place at the time; I couldnt begin to see what a TV cowboy had to do with Buddy Holly. And I had almost forgotten it through the years, as subsequent reissues of the album had all omitted this dedication. It is only fairly recently—thanks to the Mobil Fidelity Sound Labs re-mastering of American Pie—that I was able to revisit the inner sleeve once again; and suddenly, there it was—black hat, white horse, black holsters, white handles. Black and white, that was you Hoppy. An ode to the memory of some TV cowboy no longer seemed the odd irrelevance it once appeared to be: just as television itself was in these years of its infancy a simpler black and white medium, Hoppy too is emblematic of the safer, less complicated black and white values of the 1950s—a hero of homespun virtue, and defender of the way we once saw ourselves. The way we once were. The black and white days are over. So long Hopalong Cassidy; bye bye Miss American Pie. INTRO | VERSE 1 | CHORUS | VERSE 2 | VERSE 3 | VERSE 4 | VERSE 5 | VERSE 6 | CONCLUSION THE FIFTIES | THE SIXTIES | 1968 | ALTAMONT | HOPPY | DON McLEAN ACKNOWLEDGMENT The title track contains references to the death of Buddy Holly (McLean being a 13-year-old paper-boy at the time[6]). The phrase The Day the Music Died was used by McLean on this song, and has now become an unofficial name for the tragedy. The original United Artists Records inner sleeve featured a free verse poem [12] written by McLean about William Boyd, also known as Hopalong Cassidy, along with a picture of Boyd in full Hopalong regalia. This sleeve was removed within a year of the albums release. The words to this poem appear on a plaque at the hospital where Boyd died. The Boyd poem and picture tribute do appear on a special remastered 2003 CD.[13] The third track and second single Vincent concerns the Dutch post-impressionist artist Vincent van Gogh, and is sometimes given the alternative title of Starry, Starry Night. On the original release, the title of the song Sister Fatima is misspelled Sister Faima [4] In one version of the story, the track Empty Chairs inspired Lori Lieberman to write the poem upon which the song Killing Me Softly is based. See controversies, below. The Grave, originally a protest song against the Vietnam War, was covered by Wham! member George Michael in protest against the Iraq War in 2003. Babylon is a close paraphrase of the 137th Psalm,[14] based on the canon By the Waters of Babylon by Philip Hayes.[15]
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