I'm just one of Ella and Larry's three boys.
Call me Buddy, everyone does,
I don't know why; they tell me "Just because"
I found my voice by the age of five,
recorded songs from before I was alive.
Music lived in me; it filled me, obsessed me,
I'd even say that "demon" possessed me.
Along the way they screwed up my name,
yet in their mistake, I found my fame.
Finding my piece of pie in the American Dream,
when I gulped and hiccupped onto the scene.
Rock and Roll was in its early stage,
but I knew it would be the rage,
I assembled a band, that was the ticket,
and with me to lead, we were the Crickets.
Oh Boy, what a time! A thrill of my life,
It's so easy to get into this life.
The drums were the heartbeat, and I knew what to do,
If you love Rock and Roll, I'm gonna love you too.
It's great to rave on with these words of love,
Below it was blue days, black nights up above.
But, something touched this brown eyed handsome man.
If you saw her smile, maybe baby, you'd understand.
I found true love ways, in Maria Elena's smile,
she gave me my heart, it gave me my style.
Love at first sight, I asked "think it over",
she said "Yes". I was rolling in clover.
I went on the road, she stayed home expecting,
her sad Spanish eyes were surely reflecting
the raining in her heart, she appeared to be coping,
while she sat by the phone crying, waiting, hoping.
Clearlake was rocking, the music insane,
a late winter storm as we boarded the plane.
"I hope your plane crashes", Waylon Jennings would say,
In my bright Holly smile I said, "That'll be the day!"
"And the three men I admire the most,
the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost,
well, they caught the last train for the coast,
the day the music died." ~ Don McLean (American Pie)
Walt
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